[ When he wakes, it's as they're moving. A soft gasp escapes as he snaps out of his dream, his vision taking a moment to become clear. As some point, he'd shifted much closer to the opposite form, his own warm body curling against the source of cooler temperatures.

A shy sound escapes him as he quickly shifts so that he's simply sitting next to Wren. After clearing his throat, he quietly speaks. ]

I'm used to holding someone when I sleep... My little siblings often have nightmares, and...

[ He briefly fidgets with the strand of purple hair before sheepishly smiling at Wren. ]

Ever since I was younger, I've always been very warm, even in the coldest temperatures. So I'm often used as a heat source, and... I guess I grew to like it a lot.

[ A not-so-subtle way of saying he likes snuggling up to Wren, maybe. ]