“the raven caws nigh”

Sensing the slightest comfort in her his grip remained She would be held for the remainder of the night, his own icy eyes regarded the woman who laid on his chest, the sight of her prompted an acceleration of his heartbeats Though she was not human he found himself perplexingly

A soft squeeze for the whale Paired with slow back rubs, he’d make no noise that he did not need too, she seemed tired and he didn’t wish to prolong her exhaustion.