[Kaine doesn't reply, for obvious reasons. His breathing is slow, somehow still managing to sound grumbly, like the purring of a large, dangerous cat.

He dreams of being Aracha. Or maybe, he can only be Aracha in his dreams? Either way - it's a nice dream. Comfortable, domestic. Nothing more extraordinary than waking up in bed with his fiance, and spending the morning curled against each other - neither of them wanting to face the ordeal of pulling off the blankets and getting ready for the day. They mumble sleepily at each other about nothing of importance. They kiss each other's skin.

It's the happiest he'll ever be - and it bleeds into their mental connection. He was never more happy than in Rafael's arms.]