He was a good boy. He needed his sleep and his recovery time, otherwise he might have climbed up into that bed of her several times already. He was already moving to rest his arms and head on the end of it, looking up to her from where he rested. She had his hoodie on, making him smile, a wee bit fangy smile.

"Much better. How long was I out?" He asked and rested his horned head on the end of her bed, eyes almost sparkling as he watched her so intensely. He knew he needed to hide his true nature, but he figured the witch wouldn't care so much really.

His fingers dug a bit into the blanket, and his head tilted to the side, resting there. "It feels like it must have been days." He said slowly.