Behind us, Hywel let out a low, soft growl. Laszlo snorted. "You can have her back when you wake, you lazy beast," he said, but the words were so tenderly spoken it was clear what he meant. Wake up. Wake up for me. Wake up for her. I recalled Hywel's request too, as he'd returned to dreaming. Take care of him. So I slid my arm around Laszlo's, snuggling into his side and the shelter of his wing that stretched, rustling in surprise.
