Emberwood Walking and the sky keeps falling down

He listened quietly as she spoke, pressed into him. There was something odd in him. Something he'd remembered from before, but solidified in the moment. He couldn't place it, couldn't understand it fully. Her silence gave him a moment to digest the feeling, and he feared that he might... no. It didn't make sense as he thought of it. He pushed it aside, for the illogical had no place in his world, at least not the thoughts from himself.
But he breathed as she did, and he nodded as she thanked him. He knew exactly the service he had performed for her, only to him it was no service; this was all of him for her. While she rested her head partly on him, he breathed slowly, calm, sure. They were beautiful in that moment. He placed his head on the ground between his paws, beside hers. He could feel her warmth, and it was so pleasant and sure. He drifted with her in the current, carried by her sleeping breath into his own dreaming.
They were perfect.