Just you and me, baby

Basilisk sunk into the bedding in the upper den he and Ignita had claimed for themselves. He still felt sick and weary, but he was undeniably glad to be near Ignita again. He would have preferred to keep her away from his sickness, but she was determined to ignore him. Protesting that she had eaten the meat, and was contaminated regardless.

He waited until she was closer, and caught her in his arms. “My Consort.” He whispered possessively. Weak and weary as he was, he was still able to drag her down beside him. He moved his paws down her side, and then over her belly. Feeling against her skin. After a moment, he lowered his head and rested it against the raise. “Their timing couldn’t have been worse.” He murmured. He worried for them.