Takahaan wakes from his nightmare in a cold sweat. He gasps, frightened by the rapid transition from grasping his cold, dead friend to seeing him perfectly alive, speaking with the others. The nightmare seems to have really pierced Takahaan's mind, and he takes a few deep breaths before staring off for a moment, lost in though, reliving the dream as if it were a true memory of reality. Standing up, slowly coming to, he grasps Noriaki's shoulder from behind, who then turns to face the dragonborn.
Looking disheveled and not his usual self, Takahaan lets go of and looks at Noriaki for a second before he calms himself. Taking a deep breath and then exhaling, he speaks."I am glad that you are with me on this cursed island, Noriaki. I am bound to be your guardian, but it seems that you have been the one binding me to reality. I feel a purpose, a glimmer of hope. If I were here alone, I'd have gone mad by now, even after these few days."
He lowers into a slow, meaningful bow. As he raises up again, he once again looks at his human friend. "Thank you. For being my ally, my companion, and most of all, my friend."
