He visibly twitched at the touch, eyelids fluttering. Attempts to waken him were usually violent--swords, guns, axes... Flonne's singing. His mother's gentle touch, however, almost instantly stirred him from his sleep.

Still feeling only barely awake, he sleepily he peered up at the one touching him, faintly confused. Somehow it feels a bit like he's dreaming His voice oddly small and more child-like as a whisper. "Mama...?"

She was back.

Realization then struck and he jerked slightly, eyes flying wide open. No, this isn't a dream at all. He'd been right beside his mother, waiting for her to wake up. He'd gone and put his head down.

"Ah--!" he begins, more awake, but suddenly terribly awkward.