The sounds of chirping, the warmth of the sun, a breath of air tinged with the scents of healing herbs and slight perfumes. These were the things that tugged at him and made him open his eyes, despite the protests of his eyelids to the contrary. The familiar and vacant space of the ceiling hinted he was indeed back in his own room, but a creeping thought began to eat away at his sense of security. That thought grew until it was an actual memory and as the monk realized what it meant his body tensed and sprung up on instinct. A second wave of panic hit him as a pair of hands braced him down, and the panic died away somewhat as he looked up into the concerned eyes of another elf.
"Easy," she pleaded sternly. "Just lie down! You’re safe now, I promise."
The siblings stared at each other for a long moment before Rook grunted and sank back into the mound of pillows under him. This certainly seemed real enough he thought, eyes beginning a slow roam of his surroundings. This was without a doubt his room, the Registry. He found it hard to think, but harder still to look on the worried face Amariesse Starsinger was bombarding him with. The deep furrows in her brow line, the uncharacteristic frown on her lips. Her whole being looked tired and heavy but still.. there was something different in her eyes. Rook smiled as he recognized it for what it was - clarity. A sharpness he hadn’t seen in ages. He found himself surprised, letting out a soft, hoarse chuckle.
"You look terrible," the violet-eyed elf chided with a faint smirk. "Don’t let Voltos see you like that."
Riesse’s face changed instantly to an irritated pout, and despite the great care she had taken with him a moment ago she gladly slapped his bare arm.
"Don’t be rude Rook! None of us have gotten much sleep thinking YOU might never wake up!" In the ever changing expressions the blonde mage wore, relief and fear began to mix and show. Her lip trembled suddenly and the beads of tears began to appear in her eyes as she lowered her voice. "You really.. had us worried you idiot. What you did was so foolish.."
Riesse bravely fought off a further sob; it took every bit of her strength to keep herself composed. Rook expected the same wave of emotion to begin affecting him but much to his shock.. it never came. In fact the realization kept him dumbfounded for a moment, but as he lay there watching his sister struggle with her emotions he reached to to lay his hand gently atop her head.
Riesse took a shuddering breath before meeting his gaze and speaking up. At least here she seemed to smile wistfully.
"All safe and home," she breathed. "Just a little worse for wear. And the Isle… well, when you’re ready, you should see it for yourself. But nothing to worry about right now. We won."
Rook nodded and closed his eyes, bringing his hand back to rest over his heart. That’s when he felt the faint, bumped line. This too was a quick realization, and he peeked his eyes open just a bit to note what he already expected - a scar, barely there, running over his heart. He knew it had its mirror in Carro’wyn, who seemed to absently rest her hand over her own heart, through the fabric of her robes.
"One step closer to being twins," she mused oddly. "Though I had mine first, so I suppose that makes me much more fashionable ..big brother."
Rook chuckled a bit and let his lids fall closed again. This was one scar he would wear gladly. Riesse smiled down at him and wiped at her eyes before putting on a face of good cheer, and genuine love for her Guardian and sibling.
"Now then," the Head of the Registry chirped. "How about.. a cupcake?"