Sunbeam Lair Never Be Broken

She smiled softly against him as he spoke, her nose pressed to his back, every so often stroking her chin or cheek against him, hoping the pressure and warmth helped ease his inner ailments from before. “You needn’t tell me how good of a husband you would be. I knew that the moment you took the time from your day to offer Tamar the beginnings of a rather hefty cache…”

Stilling, she curled her tail to her haunch, pressing closer to him against the cold night air. Autumn, crisp as it was, would soon give way to winter. “It would be nice if you went with me to Basilica,” she noted, wondering if it was selfish of her to keep his time to herself.