Northstar Vale oh, really? you usually just let strangers rub chamomile onto your lovely bottom?

during the days that andraste slumbers melkor tends to things so none have to come and wake her; during the nights he returns to her and settles into his place beside her upon their stonebed. she is not a quiet sleeper; rather she is restless sometimes even following him and uttering half-nonsensical things until he sends her back to bed. the scent of estrus hangs in the air and the stonebed is cool against the feverish feel of his fur for though he suspects it is only cupid's heat ( that he & mochi knows of ) and he has devoted himself wholly to andraste he already knows he has a penchant of giving into the temptations.

quellcrist was the prime consequence of such temptation. thankfully, she was off causing havoc upon wolves other than him.

having always been a light sleeper, — a necessity of his trade, really — melkor is aware when andraste stirs awake beside him, her movements different in the realm of the awoken than when she is taken with sleep. he leaves the land of sleep not long after, eyes blinking open one after the other, groggily peering around as he stretches. ❝good morning,❞ melkor greets his fey queen with a coy look over his shoulder. ❝how do you feel?❞