Twin black ears flickered back, laying flat on either side of Feather’s dulled red stripe. He could hear the beating of the boy’s heart, every quickened thump as it pounded against his chest. Although the cry wasn’t shrill it still had Feather flinching again, brow creasing and tail squirming in an attempt to get closer since it couldn’t wiggle its way between his legs. He made a mental note to turn on the light next time, if Bones was awake or not. Anything to avoid a repeat of this. The child didn’t need any more stress….
Feather’s first reaction to Bones getting out of bed was to reach for him but he stopped with this hand outstretched. If Bones was this frightened grabbing him was probably a very very bad idea. It would, probably, scare him further and that was the last thing he wanted to do.
The hedgehawk sat with his hands in his lap, watching as Bones stood there, still with twitching ears and a curled tail between his legs. He blinked curiously, clearing the haze and the terror that was blocking him from seeing reality. Their eyes met and Feather tried to put on an easy smile but it came out more sad and worried.
What ever it was, be it Feather’s words or his touch or his sight- something helped Bones and he was back to reality. The hedgehawk carefully reached out, taking the boy by the arms and pulling him close.
"Yeah, it’s me Bones. I’m right here, ‘m right here."
Again he cooed and clicked at the hog in his arms. Feather scooted further onto the bed and laid back, gently poking and positioning Bones to lay next to him. The hedgehawk wrapped his friend in a tight hug, arms and wings.
"It’s ok Bones, you’re safe. You’re here with me and I’ll keep you safe. It’s ok."
The younger hedgehog let out a small, mumbled noise as he was brought into the hedgehawk’s hold. This felt real, it sounded real. It had to be real. He hoped it was real. His ears twitched and flicked under the others’ chin, the sounds coming from Feather soothing his tense muscles. Carefully he lays a hand on the older one’s chest fur, the color dimmed by not only the ash but the darkness of the room. Strangely enough, the ashy smell of his fur did not bother him; in fact it comforted him in some form or way. A smell that was anything but the sterilized fumes of the ARK that seemed to remind him of days he could not remember.
Another sound left him as they moved further onto the bed, ears lowering as he tried to keep his eyes on the body of his friend, trying to keep him there with his gaze. He watched a wing drape over him that was coupled by a strong arm. His own hands moved to weakly grasp Feather’s arm, squeezing it ever so often. If this wasn’t truly happening, at the very least he’d enjoy the comfort while it lasted. With that, he buried his head into the chest of his friend, his next words mumbled. “T- th- thank y- you. P- plea- please st- stay. D- do- don’t wa- want th- them c- coming b- back”.