Get In Loser, We're Going Hunting

Chimera's gentle hold around her didn't unsettle her or make her uncomfortable, but it didn't make her feel any sort of intimacy either. She had never been close to him like this before, but it was something she had been used to with others. It was new with him, but not new to her. Her front paws slid down the length of his chest as he pulled her in, gently falling over his barrel just under his own arms. Her cheek too had laid on his chest carefully without thinking much of it. The rain and wind form outside was intense, but also sheltered by the bulk of the cathedral. It couldn't keep everything out though.

Chimera comforted her which she took graciously. But she didn't want him to feel like he had to. Only her face drew back to look up at him. "The storms out at sea," She mentioned giving him the insight, "It's fine, it's just physical." And really she was just fine. A lot of the slaves on the ship had been traumatized by the swaying, rocking, sometimes the cages would be thrown off their positions. Reila and as did many more had learned to just give in to it, and it's why she couldn't help her shaking right now but really, inside the storm meant nothing to her. It was locked away somewhere.

Through the dark of the late evening or maybe it had been night now and under the cart, her eyes carefully searched around Chimera's face and muzzle. Being this close to him made her see just how handsome and strong he was, not that she let herself think too much of it.

"Reila"