Bramblepoint we steal fire from the heavens

She knew what she was ready to give him. Come here. She whispered softly, prepared to hold him close to her own form if he'd let her. Perhaps another night she would find comfort in him in a different way — perhaps never. She did not know what the future held for her or for them. What she did know was that she wanted to enjoy each moment with him. To breathe in his scent and commit it to memory, to remember every detail of him so that if this should pass she would always have their memories.