Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

There was a tiredness that weighed upon the male, whose physical condition left much to be desired. She wondered what had happened to him, since she had last seen him- who had hurt him, or how he'd gotten this hurt. He did seem to relish her company, and so when he moved forward, she did so too, gracefully sweeping alongside him, placing her forelegs beneath his chin so that he could have something soft to lay his weary head upon, curling her haunches around the arch of his shoulders so that they could lay close together. There was nothing harmful about him- nothing that would make her nervous or flighty, and she was generous with her trust, extending every bit of it to him. 

The sand was warm beneath her, and it was nice to have someone to lay with. She settled her muzzle close to his for a few moments, before she made the decision to nuzzle his brow, to hopefully ease the tension which she could sense gripped his skill in its grasp. She smoothed the ruffled fur of his forehead with her tongue, caressed each ear with the gentleness a mother might use with a young one, before she stopped fussing over him, breathed a content sigh, and lay her muzzle close to his, though she continued to examine his features with her large, doe-like eyes, wondering what his life had been like over the past year.