His appearance would be met with a welcome smile and soft words upon her lips, whispered to him through the darkness and the beauty of the night. He would be content to curl himself around her, holding her to sanity with his companionship and presence and be brought back the memories of when she had truly been falling apart before him and he had wished that simply by holding her he could contain all of her being, ground her and keep her to this world. There was no urgency this time, as he lay beside her, held her by the light of the moon.
?You couldn't sleep??
his voice would ask her gently, and that too was a whisper, murmured into her fur beneath his muzzle. He had felt her move to him and welcome his presence, that she had moved her muzzle to lay upon his own leg, and they where curled together as one as they looked out across the gentle expanse of water before them and he could admire the silver show of lights and shadows that danced upon its surface. ?Where do your thoughts go now, sweet Twig?? he would ask her, his voice so gentle, so very, very gentle so that his very speech would be a caress against her familiar form.
