Qeya River četiri

Her voice lowered, and he leaned a bit closer, perking his ears so he could hear every word she said. It was privately that she spoke, and he felt something writhe and swell within his chest. 

Don’t look into it too much…
Don’t assume more than you should…

Rational thought couldn’t keep him from feeling slightly dizzy, or take away the nauseating hope that she was telling him more than what her words conveyed. He felt the urge to lean closer, just to see if she might speak again- tell him something that might make it perfectly clear- that his hopes weren’t too high. 

He caught a glimpse of vulnerability, and reached over to nibble gently at the soft, velvety fur at her temple. I don’t think that at all. Senka was, after all, sticking around- and it seemed to be a near-impossible task to perform. Show me? He prompted, encouragingly.