Regulus didn’t have to go far –he just turned over, really, poking at James’ side. "We have a tiny visitor, mon coeur. Won’t you wake up to see him?" Large brown eyes blinked open, and Harry’s breathing finally settled into something that felt comfortable rather than ragged. His body slumped, magicks curling lazily in his core. Even Bethesda slithered out of hiding to curl around Harry's neck. 