Hideaway Strath we call our war machines 'women'

Thyme was napping as well, until he felt someone just fall into him. The pale boy yawned and opened his eyes. By seen the could tell that it was his sister. He let out another yawn and but he snuggled more against her. He automatically rested his head against of her, automatically using her as a pillow. He inhaled happily, feeling warm, fed and now snuggled happily against his sister.