She wrapped her arms slowly around his waist, her head lolling forward in sleep. In the close proximity, Sam would be able to detect that she smelt distinctly of honeysuckle and lilac.
She studied him for a moment, biting his gentle breaths. Tentatively, she brushed his hair out of his face, genuinely hoping to not wake him up.
She smiled slightly before standing up, pressing her hand against the ground. She waved a hand over him, and a warmth and sense of comfort would spread over him before she flew off, leaving a small pod of bluebells in her wake.
Sam was in his study, his brows furrowed. He barely recalled what had happened, but the memory had been retained. He messaged her earlier, asking her to stop by.
