her posture relaxes imperceptibly. he wishes to bring her sustenance. she nods, bows again, and moves softly to sit. she will wait for him, says the expression upon her face before she lowers it again.
while layre is gone, kaede means to gather berries for him. slowly, as to keep her fur from staining.
her gaze skims the foliage.
her stance invites him back. kaede does not speak. she is not quite warm.
and yet it is clear she is willing to follow, their transaction sealed by hot blood.
