Cerulean Cape Settled in, into the pocket of a lighthouse on some rocky socket

I want to help. He feebly admitted. He did not wish to become completely useless, to depend solely on her to care for him. Despite how helpless he felt he did not wish to be a burden to her with his presence. He would not be useless forever despite what his brain told him. This was only temporary, surely. Just need to rest.

He would aim to rest against her side and bury his face somewhere into her fur. With her against him, plush coat and all, he did not mind the cool breeze or the openness to the elements. Unless she wished for them to move elsewhere it seemed as though he was content to rest here until it was time for them to go scavenge.