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A gentle beam of dawnlight caused Elze’ith to stir.
It was still early, early enough that the single developing sliver of light hadn’t fully illuminated their little cottage. Elze’ith blinked slowly, taking in the space. It was just as it should be, small and simple and marked with all the signs of their presence there. The cottage air was cold, but he was warm under layers of blankets and tangled together with Altair. This close, he could feel Altair’s heartbeat, slow with sleep but strong as it ever was. He listened to it for several moments, a familiar and comforting cadence, a lullaby calling him back to sleep.
With a flick of his wrist, he created a small puff of wind to close the curtain. The room dimmed, a gentle balm. Smiling, Elze’ith closed his eyes and wrapped his arm back around Altair, laying his head against his partner’s chest.
There was no rush to wake up. They could sleep a while longer. They had all the time in the world.