He sighed, still muffled from the pillow over his face. "Ask Lark about it. She'll explain it better."
He opened one eye before scooting towards her slowly, hesitantly. He paused in front of her before kissing the tip of her nose lightly.
He mumbled something but didn't wake, his body reacting instinctively to her touch and moving closer to her, almost desperate for affection.
When Rowan woke, his breath was caught in his chest. He looked up at the ceiling and in his mind, he saw it. The dark room. The handcuffs sharp against his raw wrists. The feeling of restraint. Something was breathing near him. A captor? Human. Human? He was a child again, his large eyes darting around, terrified. Someone was near him, waiting to inflict more pain. He pulled away instinctively and sharply, slipping out of the bed and out of Tez’s arms, his eyes wide with fear.