Sequoia Coast passionfruit

Her insistence paid off, and he appeared to heed her distress. As he came back down to a prone position she worried over him; checking his wounds, being so quick and soft that hopefully he would not notice or at the very least, feel very little pain with her probing.

If only she could do more! Wilwarin's lips pursed as if she were to whine. When the man murmured something her ears were up and forward, and she thought it odd, but he was delirious with fever. The woman smoothed her tongue across his forehead and, yes — felt the heat there, which was intense and worrying.

As he fell to sleeping again, dancing fox felt a wave of mixed relief and concern, not knowing what else to do but keep him company. Her head lay across her reaching forelimbs, and she watched him breathing, counting each one until she too was in and out of dozing.