Firefly Ravine paeta

She had to satisfy herself with the knowledge that Ceallach never said things he didn’t mean. If he said he wouldn’t leave her, he wouldn’t. If he said they wouldn’t talk about that subject anymore, they wouldn’t. “Thanks, rakas,” she hiccupped, taking comfort by burrowing against him despite the difference in their sizes. Then she adopted her usual posture — it didn’t trouble her or make her feel less feminine in the least to be the big spoon! — and coiled around him, enveloping him in her superior warmth. She brought up something they’d tossed around a bit before, a kind of fantasizing about what adventures they might have in the future, with visiting the Enok Tundra chief among them. “We would have to sleep like this every night,” she mused without a clear transition from one subject to the next, “or else you’d freeze your pretty ears off.” Together the two of them laughed, and the eager chattering continued until Eirlys’ muscles went slack and easy with sleep.