P a n g a e a
'Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Even with his gentle smile, his nod of thanks, she wasn't reassured. He looked half dead already, utterly exhausted. She knew even before he started started to talk that'd he would deny his obvious need for rest. She couldn't falt him for his desire to have things ready, "Then let me assist, so you're not doing all the hard work yourself." Even as she made the request, she knew he'd shake his head again. Stubborn man.
She looks curiously at the jars as he approaches with them, trying her hardest to obscure the eager delight at fruit during winter. As they were placed in front of her, she is surprised by the brush of his muzzle against her shoulder. Her eyes snap back up to him, but he's already turning away, promising to be right back. Sighing quietly she opens the first jar, tasting the concoction with an eager curiosity. And it's not long before two of the jars are already gone. During the period she still keeps her eyes him as he comes and goes to fetch more snow.
Finally he sets the last one down before collapsing next to her. There is a moment of hesitation before she shifts to briefly press her side against his, a silent gesture of concern before she restraightens to avoid staying too long with in his personal boundaries. "Stubborn stallion." She merely states. Her tone entirely to fond to be mistaken for anything but relief that he's finally resting as well.
At his question on the peaches, she nudges the remaining jar his way, her muzzle briefly brushing against his limb, before retreating, "They looked peculiar, but I'm assuming that was how they kept this late into winter, but they were amazing! I don't even remember the last time I had fruit. Thank you." She replies, her own head soon falling to the ground, feeling a lot better now that her limbs didn't hurt anymore, she was warm and dry, and the sweet taste of peaches still hanging on her tongue, "This jar is for you though, and don't try arguing with me this time, I can be just as stubborn as you. And you've worked yourself into a state." She hesitates, her muzzle caught from where she had unintentionally reached towards him when she'd lifted his head. The desire to brush some of loosened hair from his face having caught her off guard. She quietly shakes her, before pulling it back again, letting him keep his space, even as she curls up with a quiet sigh, eyes turning to focus on the fire, if only to keep her distracted from wanting to touch him again.
"Speech"
Thoughts
@Gareth
Notes:. <3
Cause in your warmth I forget how cold it can be
And in your heat I feel how cold it can get
Now draw me close
