Hushed Willows oh you should've been a mother, you should've been a wife

where she was leaning against him feels chilled, now, and strangely he finds himself missing her weight. he doesn't remark on this -- even if he wanted to he doesn't get a chance, for her next comment flusters him, a blush hiding under his dark fur. obviously it's just -- it's just a nice friendly thing to say and he shouldn't read into it so much. but -- !

"that, that sounds nice," he agrees, fumbling only slightly. "we'll do it, then." his mouth turns in a shy smile, cheered by this new prospect -- it'll be good for both of them.