Bramblepoint countless

Perhaps she should focus on all the good in his words — he wasn't uncomfortable, he wanted to be here — but a particular set of words caused her to pull away slightly. Only enough to look at his face. Not anymore? She questioned softly. Was it even her business to inquire what he meant? Maybe not but she couldn't stop herself. Her curiosity flourished in his presence.

Assuming that she had not overstepped or he did not pull away, she returned her head to resting against him. I'm very comfortable. She assured him with a few small beats of her tail against the earth below.