He was lying on a grassy hill, watching the flowers bend and sway in a light breeze when a butterfly flitted up and landed on Hanatarou's cheek, its feet tickling against his skin. He shifted a little but it refused to leave, and the light tickle only grew more distracting, until he finally reached up to brush it away.

The movement jerked the healer awake again, though he was caught in momentary confusion between dream and reality: his fingers found something other than a butterfly and the darkened room wasn't quite what he was expecting. He blinked a couple of times, not quite comprehending what he was seeing just yet.