Honeyed Pasture baby, come give me something new.

Astaroth's approach beckoned her from the light slumber. She stood and turned in his direction, a small smile plastered onto her maw. Then, her gaze began to lower, and she fell defeatedly onto her hindquarters with a pathetic sob.

Ying felt that she could trust him, and so did not worry about sharing her vulnerability. Instead, she continued to quietly cry, shoulders lifting and lowering with each deep breath.