Broken Antler Fen Did you stand or did you fall?

Sylvie felt herself relax as Maia began to groom her, even though the discomfort remained. Her tight expression lessened and was substituted with a smile; the gentle, rhythmic strokes were a welcomed distraction. She gurgled and cooed, voicing her appreciation and pleasure. As she grew more relaxed, her tiny little legs stretched every which way.

She was beginning to feel tired, but she fought it; she wanted to enjoy the grooming for a bit longer. Sylvie yawned again, her jaws widening into an emoji-like grin.