Hayame thinks she is glad for that, at first, because honestly... it is not very dignified, a jinba trying to roll over on a flat surface. Unlike a horse, she has human hands to assist, to brace and push off, but still... she grunts a bit as she shifts, pulling her legs in tight to her body to keep from kicking him along the way. Once she succeeds she could just lay back down fully, but...
She finds that she has paused once more, propped up on an elbow and just... looking at him, her hearts lodged somewhere in her throat. Pretending to have a reason not to just fall back asleep herself, she carefully fixes the sheets... but her eyes keep returning to his face. She finds herself leaning closer, closer... until the tip of her nose just begins to brush his dark hair and she can inhale softly, taking in his scent alone in the dark. ... He smelled good.
If she... If she were going to accept what he'd said to her in Alenroux, if she were going to believe it...]
... Are you asleep... ?
[The whisper ghosts over the shell of his ear as she hesitantly moves even closer, enough that she can nuzzle gently into his hair, a foreleg cautiously uncurling and dragging along his side.]
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Hayame thinks she is glad for that, at first, because honestly... it is not very dignified, a jinba trying to roll over on a flat surface. Unlike a horse, she has human hands to assist, to brace and push off, but still... she grunts a bit as she shifts, pulling her legs in tight to her body to keep from kicking him along the way. Once she succeeds she could just lay back down fully, but...
She finds that she has paused once more, propped up on an elbow and just... looking at him, her hearts lodged somewhere in her throat. Pretending to have a reason not to just fall back asleep herself, she carefully fixes the sheets... but her eyes keep returning to his face. She finds herself leaning closer, closer... until the tip of her nose just begins to brush his dark hair and she can inhale softly, taking in his scent alone in the dark. ... He smelled good.
If she... If she were going to accept what he'd said to her in Alenroux, if she were going to believe it...]
... Are you asleep... ?
[The whisper ghosts over the shell of his ear as she hesitantly moves even closer, enough that she can nuzzle gently into his hair, a foreleg cautiously uncurling and dragging along his side.]