Sleeping Dragon i want a eulogy while my body is still warm

Wildfire makes herself comfortable, even inches a few until they're touching again. Her paw jerks, out of her control, another inch or two until one of her paws touches an opposing limb. Masking it as a small shift in her weight, she closes her eyes once her cool nose is touching her face again to enjoy the comfort. The isolation she puts around herself weighs heavy on her shoulders but there has always been an easiness in Wildfire she never seemed to address why. Her voice vibrates through her, and her heavy eyelids lift and rest along her slender nose.

"What?" she murmurs then, swimming too far into her own worry that she doesn't see the tension behind Wildfire's eyes.