Heron Lake Plateau she's so paris when we kiss

With a heavy heart, Aria lowers her head and buries it under his chin. "I'm sorry I put you through all that I have," she says softly, her eyes closing as she inhales. Her fur is still damp, and as she leans into him she's sure he can feel her wet coat-- she only hopes it's cool enough to feel comfortable against the heat. She lingers for only a moment before retreating from his warmth.

"It was nice seeing you, Cas," she says, smiling weakly. She has never called him by his nickname-- preferring his full name over the shortened name. But she'd known all of the others to call him Cas, and found it fitting that she would do the same. Friends called each other by nicknames. She would call him by his. "I'll uh... I'll tell your family you're doing alright," she adds, and without another words, turns.