Cerulean Cape and you extend your hand

Furi does not register at first that Blixen is startled. There’s a slight withdrawal but the deed is done and she pulls back, glancing her over and realizing her new demeanor is a little different. She offers what she assumes is a thank you and nods, smiling a little, and feeling a wave of warmth in her own cheeks. The action had been more intimate than anything they’ve done before but it’s over and she tries to move on, listening as her companion announces she’d ready to go home. She only nods a little to the original question but shrugs it off—it’ll be fine eventually.

“Me too,” she tells her with a thump of her tail though she doesn’t move to stand and leave. They are tired and run down and Furi wants to curl up and go to sleep, feeling a little agitation from being on the go for the last several days. She has enjoyed their time exploring and has run into their own number of others but it will be better when they are home.

After a moment, Furi clears her throat and shifts awkwardly on the soft sand. “Will you… uh, will you teach me some of the words from the language you speak?” she asks, ears falling back with mild embarrassment. A part of her feels she should already know it but the logical part slips through, reminding her that it’s not possible for her to have known, just as Blixen wouldn’t know the language of her mother (or father, but that is irrelevant since she does not know it either). “I guessed chof means thank you?”

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