Neverwinter Forest wine-dark and wanting

asmoses feels warmth — joy, making itself known by the eager sway of his tail — spread within his chest as liliana makes a soft giggle and doesn't pull away from him. he is comforted by her boldness, soaking up her presence and steeling his shoulders; emboldened. he watches as she prods at a dull grey lump... and invites him to do the same. baby blue gaze studies it before he pokes it with his nose realizing instantly and regrettably that it was not soft. stumped, he babbles, waazzzzet? though attention quickly snapped by the flutter of a colorful butterfly.