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she rested her chin upon his shoulder, preening idly at the fur along his shoulder as she muttered something about being out of her usual headspace. the moment she entered his den terance could tell that, he was surprised she hadn't noticed already... treason was usually so aware of herself. but, then again, maybe that's what she's talking about right now. he just chuffed lowly in agreement, it probably was.

and then she apologized. it wasn't something terance didn't think treason was capable of -- it was just something she'd never had to do before. at least, to him. and he labeled treason as pretty unapologetic in her life, she just lived. it was a bit surprising, and his ears flicked at the comment. then, instead of outwardly accepting it, terance just chuckle gruffly. "why don't we just make good use of the time, then," he suggested in a heavy voice, nosing gently at the base of her ear before standing. he pressed against her, turning just his head to curve it around hers, pressing his nose to the base of her jaw.