Moonspear be devout to hunger, child

Drogon does not say "no", which is a relief - really. It would be bad enough, if he had denied it, even worse, if would have said "urgh... disgusting". Because for some reason at this very moment Wraen feels very vulnerable, her heart figratively exposed, though no one apart from herself knows that. 

She gets to her feet and closes the distance between them so that now she is standing next to him, her cheek almost touching his. Gently and carefuly she moves her muzzle through the soft fur, taking the moment to explore it, take in the particular scent, until it reaches the base of his ear and there she plants a small and tender kiss. 

"Good job," she whispers in his ear and stands there just a couple of seconds longer to feel the warmth of the other's body. It is comforting.