Larksong Grotto doctor sleep

The expected nothing in return for his gift, it was merely a gesture of kindness. He pushed the goose's body closer to the woman as she spoke. She spoke with such clarity that he had never heard. He smiled at her. "There's no need," he spoke in response to her thanks. Moving close, he spun his body around to lie at her side, close enough to let their bodies nearly touch.

"Maybe Seff will enjoy it," the Cardinal suggested. The growing boy relied solely on his parents and the food from the caches, any extra food would surely go a long way. His suggestion lingered in the air for a moment before he brought his head to rest on his outstretched forepaws. A yawn slipped from his mouth.

He opened his mouth to speak again, but he hesitated. Something strange had settled between them since the ritual and it weighed on his heart like a lead weight. "I've—" his mouth shut and he took in breath. Trying again, he said, "I've missed you." It was hardly enough to describe how he felt, but the woman didn't need him to wax on poetically about his feelings. His feelings, however, were sinful in the eyes of Lord -- but he could not suppress them, not even if he tried.