Lion Head Mesa fucked around and got attached to you

Disa shuffled closer to inspect the home she was being offered. She liked that Serein has not chosen one of the mesa's claustrophobic, unalterable little pores. Her own 'den' was so full of dried plants that she did not sleep particularly well for fear that her dream movements might translate into eating something deadly.

"OK," she agreed, licking the tip of her own nose. "Now?"