just follow your instinct

Samara had moved into Rhyme's den almost full time now, though she knew it wasn't just to keep an eye on him anymore, even if that had been how it had started. Of course, she still kept her own den, she kept her store of herbs there and a place to house patients if she had too, luckily she hadn't needed it lately. Luckily, or maybe not depending on how he felt about it Samara was still soundly asleep when Rhyme gently confessed to her.

As he gently squeezed her Samara groaned in her sleep, shifting a bit. His face pushing into her neck fur helped to gently coax her from sleep, a soft hmmm pulling from her lips as she was slowly pulled back into the waking world. She smiled, the sort of dopey but genuine smile that one made when they were still half asleep but were roused by their emotions. Samara tipped her head back, gently resting the top of her head on whatever part of his face she could reach.

Samara stretched where she could, slowly starting to rouse herself. "Good morning Mr. Cavaliere." She said, her voice hoarse with sleep but full with all the comfort and affection she felt waking up in his arms. She turned her head slightly, peeking out of the corner of her eye to try and take him in.