Shadewood Our house is burning

She laughed lightly, "I could never hate a gift from you, snowflake." I know right, original. But it was true, Phex loved gifts. They made her fuzzy and warm inside. Happy. Loved.
She pressed her nose to Ehani's neck, reassuring her. 

Relief washed over her, glad that she wasn't hurt. Phex wouldn't forgive herself if she hurt the girl. Her head tilted at her words speeding up, ears tilting as she figured what she said, then laughed. "You are the cutest," she grinned, looking at her properly. Phex's eyes traced her face, noticed the curves and shapes of her face, her depthless eyes. Her lips parted in awe, not realising she was staring like a weirdo.