The warmth of his fur did much to remind her just how cold she was. She pressed further into him, not at all shy about their closeness. Somewhere along the way, Crux had become someone that mattered to her. She was crazy shy when it came to strangers, but Crux had stopped being that to her a while ago. Now, she was just so happy that he was okay, that they both were.
When she felt his tongue start to scrape down her back, drying her coat, she sighed silently, half melting into him. It was actually very nice, and if she could make any noise she’d probably be purring. She closed her eyes, pressed against the soft bed of his fur. If he continued to groom her coat for much longer, she’d likely be snoring sooner rather than later.
