"Rayman carefully breathed as he slept, his tiny floating hands against the sides of his face. He barely squirmed within the confines of the blanket, only to shift a bit for a moment before returning to sleep.
Betilla gently set him down onto her bed, since she didn't have an appropriate cradle to put him into at the moment. She'll make one when she has the time, when her brain stops racing. She was so panicked that she often checked on Rayman to make sure he was still breathing through the entire night, as his birth was eventful and he was so small in her hand. She gave yet another pathetic smile as she sat right next to her new son, as the nightmare was nearly over. She couldn't wait to teach him to smile and laugh. To find joy in the world he now lives in. The hope that he will find whimsy and wonder in the Glade of Dreams."
/vpos (very positive tone tag)