Lost little lamb

The way he was running his paw over her fur, absently, tenderly, was moving something within her.

She sighed as he kissed her brow. Parent them? That hadn't even occured to her. They were friends! She was so naive.

The kettle was boiling, and she got up before the leaves within scalded and burned. She set it aside on the rocks by the fire. Parent them... She thought.
That was indeed the place she had been put. A place that she had... Mostly freely chosen, to be in Bas's life like she was ... But she couldn't be what Hazel was to them. Hazel found them. Bas raised them.

"I think you would know what was best for them than I would at this point." She conceded. She would have to let go of her crush on them in that case. It would be wrong. A social imbalance that wasn't proper.

Parenting. She poured a cup and set it aside to cool.
She licked her lips, raked her teeth over her bottom lip and turned back to the Warlord. Her Warlord. Would she know what was best for... Their children one day?

She moved back to him, softly, tenderly. Her golden eyes braving to lock on his. She pushed slowly toward him, a hunger in her eyes for him.

"Parenting... Did you learn more about our potential future on that front?" She asked, her voice lowered, her paws snaking forward to run over his arms. Touch...

"Speech"