Neverwinter Forest we will run backwards

Whether Zephyr trusts him, or simply has little fight left in him, he goes without struggle—allowing Kratos to manhandle and forcing him into this awkward cuddle. Although one in which originally planned to pin comfortably and keep the injured boy from moving again, it seems Zephyr melts into it.
Kratos ought to expect it, since he knows how much the other enjoys his cuddles and attention, but part of him is taken off-guard by the sudden shift of the mood. As if the pain is dulled just a touch by the distraction. Kratos realizes the searing pain across his back is easily shoved into the background, too, if only to help what matters more than himself.
You aren’t dying. Kratos would uppercut the Reaper himself if he has to. And in ways, Zephyr’s answer; Yes.

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In response, a huff is given and the two fall into silence, cuddling close until eventually, slumber takes them both. A rare feat, for Kratos feels the urge to guard whenever they are in such vulnerable positions. Guess being in a pack’s territory has its perks sometimes.