You can't help but savor the scent lingering on her skin. It's too potent for you to resist, imprinting it into your mind and letting the moment linger. Yet as you are about to pull away she forcefully pulls you back, and you cannot help but feel very nervous about this. You didn't think she needed a hug that badly after acting in such a way, yet you accept it, attempting to squeeze her even tighter in some sort of pathetic attempt of reassurance. You are certainly not the primary candidate for the reassuring companion. But you will try, if it means making her happy. At her words relief begins to wash over your body, and with your mint eyes scouring over her, you wonder where this will go next.

Is this goodbye? Are you destined to be alone forever without the comfort of another by your side? Will you be left to rot, to wither away into nothingness, the only thing left of you is the memory of how much of a coward you were. You don't want that to be your life anymore, you can't let it be your life anymore. Not after what she has done. Not after who she showed you could be. You don't register her words at first but as soon as you do you can't help but look at her in shock, suddenly feeling bashful and uncertain. To stay with her tonight would be a dream, to feel the presence of her when you sleep a luxury you haven't ever experienced. It was so tantalising, to scream at her 'YES YES PLEASE HOLD ME FOREVER', but you certainly didn't want to come off as eager. You are quiet, thoughtful in how to respond, though every muscle in your body begs you to embrace her once again.

After a much needed deep breath you nod, looking into those beautiful eyes of gold and speaking,"Of course Faeanne... I will keep you company." You didn't stutter; no pause or hiccup in your sentence, perhaps the most straightforward answer you had ever accomplished in your entire lifetime. There is no pride in it, not acknowledgement of it in your mind, for there is only her and what she wants and how could you say no to a face like that? So you move closer to her, hot air breathing tenderly on her withers, and with a gentle yet almost awkward movement you attempt to place your wing over her, bringing her close to prepare both of you for a nice rest. Hopefully she wouldn't mind.

NOTES; the best I got. Sorry T-T