and we are always birds

[dark_light]

Path has not been out of direct physical contact with Isabella for the past four days.

Usually he's on her shoulder, feet against skin - her silks don't cover her shoulders and she hasn't been leaving the house much anyway, so silks are often not bothered with at all.

As of right now he's sitting on her foot, while she sits in a chair and picks her way slowly through some of the question trees she made.

"Psst," he says to Petaal.

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[dark_light]

"Yeah." He sighs a small owly sigh and leans on her head.

[truthwright]

"Love you," she murmurs.

[dark_light]

"Love you," he whispers back.

And then he sits up straight and bats at Isabella's calf with a wing so she'll pick him up and put him on her shoulder for whispers.

[truthwright]

Petaal bumps her nose lightly against the frame of the chair—kisses!—and then wraps herself around Kas again. He kisses her scaly nose.

[dark_light]

Isabella puts her work down while Path speaks to her.

"Love you," she echoes aloud, when he gets to the end.

[truthwright]

"We love you too," says Kas.

[dark_light]

Isabella's work is not picked up again. She moves over and leans into him.

She wanted to be working at full speed again - she should at least have sent that Texan witch a letter or something - but if she takes longer to recover, she takes longer.

[truthwright]

Kas wraps his arms around her, and Petaal loops a coil around her waist.

[dark_light]

Snuggles are helpful. And nice. She relaxes and smiles and kisses Kas's neck. (It's right there.)

[truthwright]

"Love you," he sighs, kissing the top of her head.

[dark_light]

"Mmhm." She's been sleeping a lot. Partly sleep debt. Partly emotional exhaustion. This seems like a good time and place for more sleeping all of a sudden. Yawn.

[truthwright]

Awwwwwwwww sleepy Isabella. Sleepy snuggly Isabella. Kas kisses her forehead and cuddles her some more.

[dark_light]

And welcome cuddles they are.

She still talks in her sleep. "Muffler fractal sing, cloud fly."