Sparkles in the Night

An inner part of her felt absolutely relieved at his openness, at his willingness to relax. She knew he hadn't since that meeting, and the fact he was doing so now made her completely happy; she hated seeing the quiet... darkness? that had hovered over him. Upset-ness? Ha, five years old and she still couldn't completely understand how to word things in her very own mind.

She kept the relief off her face, and even most of the tenderness - instead, the playfulness, cheerfulness, and contentment was in full force, glittering in her eyes and, of course, her actions as she was able to bite his muzzle gently. Of course, she didn't expect Lark to lean into the contact, something that both made her breath catch and her heartbeat race. It was a position of complete vulnerability, and he was alright with it. She didn't, of course, mind when he wiggled away to bury his head in her neck fur. If anything, she couldn't hide the sigh of contentment at the physical contact.

When he murmured and pawed at her, she slapped her own paw on top of his, a slight smile on her face at the silliness. She pulled her head away slightly, twisting and scooting a little - all while stubbornly refusing to move her paw - so she could look at him, curiosity in her gaze. Her head tipped to the side ever so slightly. "Hmm? Of course."