Fisher smoothed her scattered silver hair, which only ended up even more tousled in his palm,
"Sorry, sweetheart."
"...Hmm, I like that name... you should call me that every day from now on..."
"Alright."
Even though she was still groggy from sleep, Valentina felt a bit shy and buried her face in his chest, shifting her whole body from leaning against him to lying on top of him. Her wings also shifted to cover both of them.
"Why don't you ask me... what I dreamed... about?"
"What did you dream about?"
"Hmm... a very... very big... very big..."
As she spoke, her voice became softer and more intermittent, indicating that she had drifted back into sleep. Her unfinished words seemed like some kind of spell, or a ticket, a ticket leading to that unfinished dream,
"Colorful wings... whale... whoosh..."
Is it that she's just switching to a more comfortable position to continue sleeping?
