Voices started to invade the darkness. One was soft and motherly; definitely Karren. The other, however, while holding a sense of familiarity, was foreign in a way. It was rough, as if the owner of said voice hadn't used it in quite some time. But at the same time it was comforting. She couldn't make out the words, almost as if she were listening to the two speaking in another room; just sounds but no discernible words.<br/><br/>As she was taken from one pair of arms and enveloped in another, she stirred slightly. She was becoming more aware of everything around her. The unfamiliar yet familiar voice, she determined, belonged to Warren. It sounded off, as if the form he was in changed not only his appearance, but his voice as well. Her wolf's ears twitched, the faint sounds of morning doves filtering in from outside. Was it morning already?<br/><br/>Suddenly, she was being held. Not just in a pair of arms, but actually held against someone. Against Warren. The warmth of him against her was all too familiar, the sound of his heart beating behind his ribs invading her head.<br/><br/>She didn't catch the end of the short conversation held between mother and son, but she did hear Warren tell her he loved her. She wanted to say it back, but she couldn't form the words, couldn't open her mouth to even speak, she was so tired.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was laying down, a blanket covering her and Warren holding her close. A soft sound escaped her as she slowly woke up more, her senses almost all there. Shifting slightly, she buried her face against his chest, inhaling that familiar scent of him.<br/><br/>I love you too... she finally got out. No matter what. Even if this never wares off, I'll still love you. I hope you know that.