Every comfort

Briar settled in with a content sigh on the pile of furs that was now just a couple furs smaller since she had pulled off a couple to give to Idalia. The whole day had been one big pleasant surprise. Artorias returning from the brief trip with her father, being introduced to her new handmaiden, and getting to have such a nice dinner with both of them and Mortis... It had made for a very memorable day. Marigold was curled up in the little nest the antlered fox had created for herself by the door to her room and Briar couldn't really tell if she was actually asleep or just laying there with her eyes closed. She never really knew what Marigold was up to or thinking. She was an enigma, but she had been around for nearly as long as Briar could remember and she certainly didn't want that to change any time soon.

She had just rested her head on her paws to start working her own way toward sleep as well when Lia spoke, surprising her with the offer of a massage. She blinked with surprise, her turquoise gaze shifting toward the autumn leaf colored woman laying near by. She had never been offered a massage before. Was that just something handmaidens did? Maybe she should ask her mother what kind of things she should expect Lia to do... "Sure, if you'd like to," she replied with a soft smile, shifting a bit to lay on her stomach instead of her side and returned her head to her paws. "Just a short one though," she insisted. "You've had a long day so you should get some rest."

"Briar Fatalis"