Under Pressure

Absinth gently squeezed Elysia's paw, feeling a rush of warmth and mischievous affection. It was always nice to be with someone she could relax around, without pretenses or threats; just sit and talk. A rare, genuine conversation. “Oh, Ely,” She said softly, her voice carrying both sympathy and amusement. “I understand completely. Sleep has been a bitch for me too.” Though it was not for the chill in the air or a lack of warmth.
She settled in beside Elysia, offering the other woman the heat of her body. Absinth nodded at the comment of making more time to see each other, giving Elysia a gentle nuzzle on the cheek before drawing back to regard her. Her brows raised in surprise and delight at Elysia's mention of having news to share. “You do? Well, isn't this perfect timing?” She laughed, a joyful sound that echoed softly in the warm den.
Absinth's smile broadened as she listened to Elysia, feeling a mix of excitement and camaraderie as they caught up. “Poor Ze,” She said with a chuckle at the mention of Elysia’s brother feeling neglected. “I imagine Aresenn might be feeling the same way about now. Men and their sensibilities.” She grinned, a wicked glint in her eyes.

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