Wapun Meadow daughter of gaea

With one leg bent towards her chest, the other outstretched before her Isley could easily put herself against Palisander. She was even so bold as to rest her head over his, the tiniest sigh leaving her lips. She was the tiniest spoon trying to curl around him, but it was warm, they'd ate their fill. They would leave in good condition with high spirits - or at least, in her case, good ones. "Goodnight," She murmured softly to him, before she let her eyes close and drifted off herself.