Otatso Wetlands a sword, a gun and a bottle of fun

The other hesitates and then complied with Jude’s request, moving to lay beside her. Jude was still used to compliance, after having been commander of her legion of heroes. She would never lose that skill of leadership and dominant posture, it was branded a part of her no matter how far she strayed from the path of honor. Poet’s body was a welcome warmth against Jude’s and the young golden female curled tighter to close any gaps.

Content to stay and sit in silence, Jude closed her eyes and started to drift off, the soft exhale of her breath growing smaller and less visible in the chilly air.

You can have Poet keep talking to her as she rests, or we can have some time pass and say they took a nap? I don’t mind either way <3