His memories of the past few days are hazy and unreliable at best, but he does have a few surprisingly strong recollections of brief, almost insignificant moments in time.

A cool hand on his brow, a chiding, amused voice asking him how much longer he plans to laze around all day, the tinkling of glassware and dishes retrieved from the table beside him. A soothing voice washing over him, idle chatter he can no longer remember, fingers drifting through his hair, through his wings. He would have thought it all a fanciful hallucination, but in his more lucid moments he 'd sit up and realize someone had been in the room to refill his water, set food on the table, and take out the trash, and wonder if it was really all just a dream after all.