"What is it?" Harry kept his victory shout very hushed as he finally managed to scramble out of the pile. Despite his creaking bones and aching neck, Harry found himself oddly well rested. Much better than he’d been since his return from Cynefin. He stretched, enjoying the lazy buzz of energy beneath his veins. Evan's arms opened lazily, inviting him in for a hug. Harry started towards him; the picture of that slobbering, red eyed, angry beast still seared behind his eyelids. 