Moonspear before the night

Maybe before entering the threshold of this icy cave, it had seemed a bit too early. Too early to turn in for the evening (for someone prone to late nights as she) and too early to know for sure what exactly she wanted to take away from this.. but now, with her eyelids feeling heavy and the rest of her strangely absent of concerns about whens and wheres and whys, she just wanted to stay here. None of it seemed worth her efforts and instead she happily focused on the warmth.

And maybe she had meant to do more with this.. somehow, but instead, she found that her silence spoke well enough on its own. In her way, she liked it simple, and certainly sensed there would be more times between them for more. So she had no qualms. Her ears stayed tipped his way, listening to the rhythm of his breathing for a while until she was able to doze lightly.