At some point while Angel was lost in his song, the fox had woken. Not wanting to disrupt he was content to just lay there and listen with his eyes closed. It was the first time in a very long time that Ein hadn't woken in terror. By this time the wounds had all closed, just tiny smears of dried blood remained.<br/>It wasn't until a few minutes after Angel had stopped singing that the fox shifted. "That was pretty..." he uttered softly. He didn't want to move, afraid to lose the first true feeling of peace he'd felt in a long time.