Cyrus heard Wiflor say something. Si-us? It was clear that she was trying to say his name. Cyrus stopped fretting and smiled at Wiflor as she curled up next to him and closed her eyes. While Cyrus considered this a sweet moment, all Atticus cared about was the fact that she said another word. He he shouted some things in excitement before turning and leaving the room with haste, shutting and locking the door in case Wiflor wasn't completely satisfied. Cyrus sighed and laid his head down on the pillow, gazing at Wiflor. He soon shut his eyes, falling asleep. He'd awaken in the evening. Or he guessed it was the evening, since it was dark outside.<br/><br/>He felt much of his strength had returned. As did his appetite. He remembered that he hadn't eaten in days. He gazed at Wiflor, who was sleeping next to him. He gently ran his fingers through her fur. He felt like every second of fatigue he had experienced throughout his life was piled on top of him. Even though he spent the past few days sleeping, he till felt like he hadn't slept at all during that time.