Bearclaw Valley [m] burning skies

for a small moment she envies how he was able to be lulled into sleep; while her mind feels more awake perhaps than it'd ever been. something has decidedly shifted in her, to be examined later she thinks as she watches him stir awake. she looks away quickly, as if she were afraid of being caught admiring him.

which was very un-towhee, who had built her fortress 'round her self with the 'fake it to you make it' lie that she wasn't afraid of anything.

warmth brushes along her cheeks at the brush of his muzzle against her's followed by the kiss.

she likes it more than she fears she should; and she pushes that thought down, to unpack later when she inevitably finds herself patrolling the borders though an instinctual part of her warns her away from them for the time being.

much better than she had been before was, at the moment, not very easy for her to communicate she settles for attempting to communicate 'i feel great' with the shift of her shoulders closer, the hold of her golden gaze. she signs it slowly in ptero with a gesture of her paws, limited though her lounging position made it. she had not necessarily intended to teach ptero unless it was asked of her but it would certainly make communicating easier. to finish, in case something got lost along the line of translation, she presses a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek.