A gentle lick to the forehead drew her ice-blue eyes upward to meet his molten gaze. There was a flicker of humor there, she could see his embarrassment, sense his uncertainty. To ease his mind, Devika offered a soft lick to his cheek: a quiet gesture of affection and trust she had never given before. But she trusted him, wholeheartedly. Something in his presence, in his warm, steady calm, brought a different kind of peace to the ghost. One she yearned to pursue, to cling to.

When he spoke of rest and safety, her gaze softened. He was right, it was time, and she gave a silent nod in agreement. It wouldn’t take long to find a suitable place; the land offered plenty of coverage. Then again… her eyes flicked to his hulking frame, and a smirk tugged at her lips. Gentle giants were such curious things. How did something so large move with such care, such intent? She doubted her own ability to be so deliberate. The thought of herself as a bumbling giant brought a brief, amused gleam to her eyes.

Finally, she pulled away and rose to her feet. A quick shake of her painted fur, then a tilt of her head to signal she was ready to move. Her icy gaze swept the surroundings, already assessing what they would need for a proper place to rest.