"If this is where you woke, this is where you shall stay," well; he wasn't planning on leaving anyway even if she made him sleep outside of that sweet smelling mass behind her. He felt contact, a brush of Sreda against him and he craned his head to brush his muzzle against her own.
Nose twitching intricately against her own breathing it in as he solidified her signature - who she was. He liked this too. Physical touch. It warmed his black little soul. "With me." his little tail wagged pushing his nose into hers for more of that comfort. "If you’d like." ❝ Yes...I stay with Sreda ❞ he belonged here.
His move away from her was reluctant as he sought to explore. "Achlys." and he smiled brightly. "Achlys Kosa, hm? Mоя маленькая ‘коsа’." ❝ Ahklys Kosha! ❞ he beams, clearly in approval. "Do you remember anything? Before … ‘here’?" he paused, as though the words triggered a memory.
Falling into a silent still for too many heartbeats.
❝ I 'member the dead...and their um...echoes, they still in my head ❞ his empty eye sockets blinked as he explained no hesitation or fear regarding the subject ❝ I helped them...I think, helped them cross ❞ his broken speech made sense to him, though he wasn't sure if it would make sense to Sreda.
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