Slight confusion afflicted Khan when he straightened himself up and opened his eyes. He rubbed them, fending off the last traces of drowsiness from his body, only for some mental one to linger a bit longer.
Unawareness was impossible for someone like Khan. His heightened senses weren't something he could turn off. Still, that confusion came close to that, despite barely lasting a fraction of a second.
Everything soon returned to Khan, waking him up completely. He was on a bed in a vast bedroom inside one of Aynor's empty buildings, a place he had randomly picked as his resting spot, and he wasn't alone.
A mattress of white feathers lay on top of the bed, disregarding sheets and pillows. Snow was still soundly asleep, unbothered by the two figures resting on its fluffy wing.
