Emberwood and it hurts my soul

it was a strange feeling, this giddiness. bhediya felt conflicted, as though she'd stolen this joy rather than having earned it. was that true? pygmalion probably wouldn't think so.

the chill was beginning to bother bhe. unlike the others, her undercoat was thin, leaving her skin somewhat exposed. can we go inside? she asked, motioning toward the den, it'll be more comfortable. 

besides, she was beginning to feel a bit tired. a nap would do them both good.