[He was awake. Most of the time since he'd returned to himself had been spent intensely sorting out how to resecure his borders, with naps to bridge the time. Admittedly, part of that had been a fear he'd wake up and be an isolated little girl again. It meant he was awake for the message.]
The tower is fine. You did not destroy anything in my village and I would like you to breathe, slow, careful breaths for me.
Then have something warm and go to sleep, thinking about good things.
Perhaps hug that soft toy of yours for a while if you can't?
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The tower is fine. You did not destroy anything in my village and I would like you to breathe, slow, careful breaths for me.
Then have something warm and go to sleep, thinking about good things.
Perhaps hug that soft toy of yours for a while if you can't?