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

The one word seemed to put some life into him, head carefully raising from his comfortable position. Very. He rumbled in response. Perhaps he had not realized it until this moment. Now that safety and comfort were more achievable his most basic needs seemed to come to the forefront to his mind. Let me help. Please. It was a weak demand, more of a plea than anything else truly. He knew at his core that if she told him no or ushered him to stay put he would be unable to put up much of a fight. Not against her, not against his own body's desire to stay put for a few moments. There was no denying his foolish readiness though as his muscles achingly tensed for action.