He is tired.
What... what was I doing...
He shudders because he cannot scream, and a primal fear courses through him.
He slumps bonelessly forward, letting the air he has learned to wield take him.
He is vulnerable, weak, and alone.
Arms embrace him, hold him in a way he's never known. It feels warm, right.
Someone is jabbing him. "Stop that!" someone else yells for him.
Now the arms are turning him, and he opens his eyes.
Her eyes are bluer than the clearest sapphire sky.
He wonders if she likes penguins.