Aria tensed for a moment as if becoming alert as Phoenix pulled her close, though soon enough she relaxed into his warmth, placing her forehead against him as if attempting to bury herself in him. Usually a light sleeper, she didnâ€™t wake as he moved her. Too many nights awake and thinking worked against her natural instinct to be on guard.<br/><br/>The next morning Aria woke with the knowledge that it was not as windy as the day before, and that she would not have much power walking through the forest. For a second it made her spirits drop. Then, however, she was distracted by other sensations. She wasnâ€™t in her belltower. It didnâ€™t smell like her belltower and she certainly wasnâ€™t curled up in her own nest-bed. She moved her head slightly and felt something tickle her nose, like a feather. Startling awake, she opened her eyes and saw that what tickled her was actually Phoenixâ€™s hair. A small smile flashed across her face as the thought of blowing on it to see if it moved like a feather as well crossed her mind. She quickly schooled it, however, and moved away from Phoenix slightly, silently hoping he was still sleeping.<br/><br/><br/>((Hahaha. I do that all the time with my characters. I'll read back over it and think 'Aria. You are not a he. Stop it.'))<br/><br/>((On another note, I hope you don't mind me posting as if Phoenix is still there. I couldn't help myself. If it is the case that this messes with something you wanted him to be doing, let me know and I can edit this.))