Jade Fern Grove slay the nemean lion

His touch made her cheek burn as though grazed by a flame. Guilt might have been transferred with it- as she had a brief moment to consider the others she allowed to touch her like that. But she drank the attention like wine, drunk and lost in the bottle once it touched her lips.

”Aren’t you the divine one?” She leaned her shoulder against his, finding him almost uncomfortably firm, though his fur was soft. ”What do you thee for uth?”