Dragoncrest Cliffs [m] salt settling

He knew that. And he fully intended to care for the litter when it happened, if he was able. 

His eyes briefly left hers to find the ground when she asked about claiming him. Posed as a question, but it felt more like a reprimand. Maybe it had been. But his nerves settled some when she agreed. He had no intention of hiding this information. He just needed to.. digest it. And he wanted to seek council with Mireille, to deliver the news himself. 

He’d done nothing wrong. At least, not that he was aware of. Taboo, maybe.. but not wrong. 

His eyes met hers once more, a pleasant smile gracing his complexion, a silent thank you. For putting up with his silly inner battle. And his tail flicked excitedly at the thought of seeing her again..in this capacity. 

He’d wondered that. If his old body should be doing anything like this. The increased heart rate, the physicality.. it seemed fine, at least, but he wondered if luck was at play. 

”If I could have it my way, I hope you will be,” he teased back, then offered a kiss of his own, one aimed less innocently at her mouth. 

He backed off. 

”Thank you. For agreein’. It’s not..gonna be permanent. I just need some time.” 

Maybe tomorrow he’d make mention of it to Mireille. And maybe tomorrow night he’d seek Chani. If all went well…although, his den might be less than ideal for something like that to take place. It was still littered with Phobos’ belongings—herbs, his pearl, fur and scent.. and he’d rather not be heard by the entirety of Sapphique in an act so private.