John woke up in a clean bed. He had used Craft on the bedsheets to instantly clean them. A great necessity, considering they had been stained with all kinds of fluids by the end of their reunion.
As per usual, Rave was still asleep. Normally, he would have tried to wiggle his way out of bed without waking her up. That was impossible this time around. By whatever arcane means, she had managed to get behind him and put him in a full nelson. This must have happened some time ago, since he could not feel either of his arms. At least this was the wrestling version, not the sexual position. His legs were very much still free.
"Hey, Jane," he whispered and carefully poked her with his foot.
"Grhm," Rave made an unwilling sound but slowly opened her eyes. After a few seconds, she realized what was going on. "…What am I doing?" Her sleepy eyes gave the position of her arms a critical muster.
