Ouroboros Spine Listening for that angel choir

He did not eat slow, nor did she. Perhaps it was nerves, or the knowledge that another watched her eat and sat so close doing so.

Once her muzzle and paw had been cleansed thoroughly, Nasamik found a warm gaze upon Chakliux. She did not shy away from his embrace, but nor did she seek it closer. A proper distance for their circumstance.

Tell me of yourself, Chakliux. Your mother's village... your hobbies... maybe even your plans for the future, should you have them! A better way to become acquainted with one another, and to rid her of her aching nerves.