Little Goat Mountain hitchhiking

Brother's cold, enthralled eyes find something else to focus on as his lips part to reveal a little tongue in a yawn. Instinctively this told her submission; acceptance, comfort in the uncomfortable.
Decidedly, so long as he did not stare at her, she was okay with this.
Athalia's gaze does not move, but she crouches low to a stalk as if she were a clumsy panther cub. Weakly and messily, she inches closer before she falls down yet again into a flop. Watching, waiting.
The scene does not change. Stillness surrounds them. Her eyes flutter to a close yet again as she brings her paws close to her chest.
A truce. A silent comfort. Brother!