Neverwinter Forest and mouth like a pomegranate

though unaware of the words his amma speaks — in fact, unaware that the whisper of her lips across the short baby fur of his head are words at all — he is nevertheless comforted all the same. asmoses wouldn't be able to explain why the motion felt so soothing even if he was capable of it. this is a soft and warm and good presence; safe ...is what his instincts tell him. compelled to mimic the movement — some instinct that would later form into language and comprehension of language no doubt — he moves his mouth in some sort of way making a noise that is half a coo and half a pspspspsps —, as if he were telling her some sort of secret instead of just making more baby noises.