[... He just touches her foreleg without hesitance, as easily as if he were touching a human woman's limb. It makes her... feel something, something grateful and confused and resentful and hopeful all at once. And it makes her fetlock curl, hoof following to rub against his thigh.]
... are you?
[Her voice remains a whisper, as if afraid she might disturb something or become unable to do more if the quiet was broken. The unfamiliar scent of spice and the sharp notes of citrus linger where she nuzzled, and she finds herself... doing it again, this time lingering longer in her inhale. Maybe later he'll think he was dreaming.]
I'm not too hot... ?
[... She genuinely means. Temperature. Jinba body heats ran higher than humans. What if it was uncomfortable to sleep beside... ?]
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... are you?
[Her voice remains a whisper, as if afraid she might disturb something or become unable to do more if the quiet was broken. The unfamiliar scent of spice and the sharp notes of citrus linger where she nuzzled, and she finds herself... doing it again, this time lingering longer in her inhale. Maybe later he'll think he was dreaming.]
I'm not too hot... ?
[... She genuinely means. Temperature. Jinba body heats ran higher than humans. What if it was uncomfortable to sleep beside... ?]