[After an accident, my muse wakes up to yours holding their hand](http://cursedmayhem.tumblr.com/post/150542917836/send-me-a-for-my-muses-reaction-to-waking-up-to) 「 @formerexorcist 」He'd rushed in without thinking, taking the attack for her. The dragon's roar echoed in his ears as he was tossed aside like a ragdoll. There was blood, and there was pain. But Eleanor was alright, which was all that mattered. He didn't fight the call of sleep, and fell unconscious almost immediately.Eleanor was in his dreams. They were sitting on the Spiritcrest with Edna, who was hugging Eleanor's arm and bombarding her with all sorts of questions a young child would ask their father's girlfriend. Eizen gave Edna the hairband Eleanor had picked out, and watched with a smile as she asked Eleanor to do her hair.But it ended too soon, that happiness. Eizen woke up, groaning lightly. He wasn't on the Spiritcrest, but in a room. In bed. A quick look around told him that Eleanor was beside him, and she was holding his hand. He placed his other hand on hers once he sat up, giving her a small smile.**“I'm glad you're... that you're okay...”**
