take it day by day

Sleeping - dozing - all seemed a regular for them. Other than the first couple of times they met, every other time ended up with them sleeping. First the adventure, where they found the gift for Finch; then the... nightmares, which ended up with her curled up against his much larger form - she was embarrassed to even think of that - the rapids adventure which ended in napping, and now this. She was missing other times, of course, but it seemed the major ones resulting in sleeping. That was more than okay with her; she adored cuddling. Well, not that they ever really cuddled. Or that she wanted to cuddle with him... right?

Right... her breath froze mid-intake as Lark also froze, and it wasn't until he moved again that she let her breath out shakily, heart thudding deep in her chest. What was he going to do - move away? Move closer? Do nothing? Oh wait, he was just laying his head on his paws while she had a mild panic attack. He yawed, and she nearly jumped - jeez, she needed to stop being so tense; why was she so tense? A soft mumble reached her ears, and she strained to hear what was said; when it registered, she laughed - a single bark of laughter (and not a literal bark) that was louder and more obnoxious than she intended it. Or was it just her imagination that made it seem that way? She didn't know, at this point.

"T-that's okay," she answered, struggling to keep her oice level and smooth... and ultimately failing. She stuttered on that first word for no apparent reason. She slowly lowered her own head down, eyeing the brown fur in the corner of her vision. Would it be okay if she rolled over and let their fur touch, warmth? Would it be okay for her to snuggle up? Should she move away? She didn't want to move away, she wanted to be closer, but she was utterly terrified of moving closer. She had no idea why she was terrified, either.

What the hell was wrong with her?

She had no idea. Swallowing hard, and glancing up at Lark again, she slowly starting twist her body towards his to lay on her side, though she froze partially mid-way. Should she keep going? Should she stop? It was such an awkward position she stopped in; what should she - oh, screw it. Eyes wide, she tilted herself fully onto her side, and when she did so she could feel the fur of his sdie burhsing her back fur eer so slightly; that in itself made her breath nearly catch, though at the same time long to scoot back even further and feel the full, comforting warmth.

It made no sense to her, and she didn't understand it at all; why this was happening, her own panicked thoughts, her emotions - what did they all mean? If only someone would explain.

"Speech"
"Language"