That smile only broadened as Solomon held the bear tighter to him and brushed its fur with his knuckles, not in a possessive way but an acknowledging way. A way that spoke of the comfort it brought him. "Only physically. In the reality which matters, my eyes have been opened wide for the first time in my life."

He laughed then, a quiet humming chuckle. "I am comfortable, thank you. Good day, Cleric Craven."

Solomon caught his breath and turned his face closer into the pillow, letting his breathing ease and his peace to suffuse him.

Far upstairs, a gate-warden found himself bewildered, watching as people who were most definitely not Necromancers filed into the Temple and not sure at all just how or why or who that curly-headed man is, or why he couldn't seem to have mustered the courage to stop him from just walking straight in like he owned the place.