River had fallen into her own thoughts before he figured out she was awake. How would he react to her from here on out? His words jolted her from her thoughts. "Morning, Werewolf." She said sweetly, standing up and stretching.Xylo was contemplating River. Him and River. The possibility of children. How much he loved her, how he had claimed her for his own. The humans were strange, always waiting long periods of time and undergoing ceremonies to declare love. Maybe it was different because the Aves were part animal, but he knew she was his. And that he was hers. He turned around as she awoke, smiling before whispering “Good morning vampire.”