cloud lash bit back a hiss as the balm touched her skin, stung, just so, but it was his hands that surprised her most. sure. warm. far gentler than his stone-carved face suggested. but the light caught the fragility of him. of his nature.
i thought it would come out on its own, she muttered, not meeting his eyes. it was stubborn pride, nothing more, that had kept her from calling. a foolishness. she knew better. she shifted slightly as he worked, trying not to flinch.
his words earned a small twitch of her ear. his sister.
she is kind, she offered at last, voice soft. and sharp. she asked if i liked your hair. a flicker of amusement crossed her face, the barest ghost of a smile. i told her it was...cloud-colored.
a pause. her paw relaxed in his grip. i did not wish to wake anyone.
only now did her ruby eyes lift, searching his dainty features. you don’t say much. but i think you care more than you let on.
another beat. quieter. ...thank you.