The time she waited for could have been a few short hours, or perhaps longer… Gravity and time acted a bit weird inside the core of a star, a few seconds could be gained and lost without any rhyme or reason.
Rowan's eyes opened and he stood up, bright blue plasma slowly rolled away from his perfect physique, it was as if the plasma did not want to stop touching his skin and begrudgingly fell from his body.
Eva fashioned a robe from star fire and darkness and had to stand on her tiptoes in order for her to spread it over his broad shoulders and spread across the ground. Rowan was focused on something else as he opened his lips and breathed out a stream of pale fog that fell into his hand.
The fog began to vibrate and shift its form, slowly expanding and contracting as if it were a beating heart. Rowan kept adjusting the fog and it swirled around and two piercing serpentine eyes emerged from it. Rowan smiled.