Jade Fern Grove Turn off the lights and turn off the shyness

He half-expects him to say no outright, so his heart skips a little at the question. Yes, He says immediately, unable to keep the tinge of hopefulness from his tone. I won't leave again except to hunt, I promise. His words are soft, face still close to Midar's. He lowers his head to press his face into his lover's neck, mindful of his healing wounds, and preens gently at the fur there. There's something undeniably intoxicating about touching him — and maybe he sort of hopes the affection will help convince him to stay.