While he slept, Salem would note an odd sort of softness to Kranath's features, despite the sharp lines and planes of his thin face. Even the black marks on his face, the evidence of Tiamat's essence within him, would appear subdued, muted somehow.
He laid there, chest slowly rising and falling, appearing and feeling at peace for the first time since before Tiamat's influence. Once Salem's mind intertwined with his, the violence and anger within his dreams simply...stopped. It was as though everything had simply faded to black within his mind.
After several long moments of being watched over, he would crack open his crimson eyes, his vision blurry at first, being unused to being shut for more than a second or two. For a moment, all he could see was a silhouette, an outline of Salem framed by the sunlight pouring in behind her.
His eyes snapped open the rest of the way, and he blinked them into focus, until they were adjusted enough to recognize the figure hovering over him.
"....Salem?" he voiced, too tired to first consider telepathic communication.