He curled into her like he was made to be there, as though they'd been cut from the same cloth, woven from the same thread. Idalie nuzzled against his fur and inhaled slowly, relishing in the way her own scent entangled with his spicy, sour one, easing the sharpness and mellowing it into something uniquely a blend of the two of them. She could stay like this forever, she thinks, her head swimming and chest tightening with an unnameable emotion that belonged only to Khyan.

But she did not want to leave him to deal with these thoughts and feelings he was having on his own. After basking in his presence for a moment more, Idalie pulled away and nudged him with her nose, tail swishing.

"Since we both are awake," she began, offering him a small smile that should suggest she was not, in fact, upset about it, "maybe we should go walk? Enjoy the night?"