Swiftcurrent Creek we can fake it for the airwaves

His smile catches her off-guard, and her own lips curve slightly in automatic response. She can't help but feel a little relieved that Kavik is not too consumed by his own misery to find some happiness in their situation. It's surprising to her, too, that they'd been thinking the same thing — but she doesn't linger on it. Well, they'll need names, won't they? She says teasingly, shifting gently to expose more of her belly as his grooming travels lower. The warmth and soothing repetition seem to calm the ache, and she's grateful for it. We can't just assign them numbers. After a beat, she adds more softly: That... helps. Thank you.