Hm. She considers her food supplies, and whether she wants to go find him or not. It's fine if he wants to spend another day buried in books, but while she has enough supplies leftover for breakfast, she doesn't think she could comfortably make it all the way to dinner on them. In order to avoid having to hunt for her meals, she'll need to find him sometime today, and she'd really rather not have to do that again. This decided, she'd rather find him early, so she doesn't have to go anywhere near food insecurity.

So she goes looking, nose to the ground and ears perked up and listening for signs of a wayward wizard.

When she finds him, it's at a desk in a study on the upper floors of the tower, surrounded by piles and piles of books and scribbling in a notebook as he reads.

Well, that's a charming sight. He's very cute when he's surrounded by books and clearly in the middle of something. Also, wow, that is a lot of books. That is enough books that there is no clear path out of the books. Has he been reading all of those? She has a pretty good idea of his reading speed by now, even if he's just finding the chapters or passages he needs, that has to have taken him quite a while.

... Hold on. Has he slept? She is not sure he has slept. That is a lot of books that he went through if he slept.

He's clearly in the middle of something, so she doesn't want to interrupt him with a yip. But on the other hand, she's not sure when he'd finish on his own, and he maybe needs some kind of reminder that his body actually exists. Hm. She eyes the piles of books critically, figures out a navigable path for a small fox, and weaves accordingly. Avoiding knocking any over is tricky, but not impossible, and soon enough she's next to him and can curl up at his feet and wait for him to be cognizant of his non-book surroundings on his own.

"—oh, hello. Right, time. Has passed. As it tends to do. Do you need, uh," he glances at a window, "...breakfast?"

He's so cute.

She giggles, and makes a little affirmative yip. Then she affectionately noses his knee, just to show she cares. And because she can't reach his nose.

He leans down and pets her. "Right. Just a moment," he says, and he writes another sentence, bookmarks several books, and then teleports himself and Astea down to her room and conjures some breakfast, of which he has about two bites before flopping into her bed and going to sleep.

So cute.

She has breakfast, then takes a couple of minutes to carefully tuck him in as best as she can. Then she goes outside to investigate the state of the weasel. ... Without getting herself messy. No mess allowed, this time, she is not going to be having another bath.

Several hours later, after the Crooked Hills have been thoroughly sniffed, she returns to finish the remaining leftovers, then nestles beside him in bed for a quick nap. She did a lot of running in her investigation! And she's a fox, she can indulge in a... foxnap? Hm. Doesn't have the same ring to it as catnap. Oh well. Point being: Isfain now has a snugglesome companion keeping him company as he sleeps. She's careful not to disturb him.

How cozy!

When he wakes up, a little late for lunchtime but overall not too bad, he makes a pleased sound and snuggles her.

Her nap was a light one, on account of actually having had sleep the night before, so her ears perk up and she stirs when she senses movement from her cuddlebuddy. She yawns and sprawls affectionately on him.

Soft fox soft fox soft fox what a good way to wake up.

D'aw. She's so glad he thinks so! He may graciously have a noseboop. Just for him. She is a kind and gentle fox that likes him very much.

He kisses the end of her nose and hugs her.

Eee!

She nestles happily in his arms, and makes soft little affectionate yips. She missed him! He's snuggly! Snuggliest sleepy wizard.

Well, she's the snuggliest softest fox, so there!

She happily accepts this title! Also 'wigglesome.' She has decided to wiggle affectionately. Wigglewigglewiggle. Affectionate soft fox!

So soft! So wigglesome! So cozy and fluffy and pettable!

Wiggle! Wiggle! Wigglewigglewigglewigglewiggle okay that's enough of that. Noseboop, just so he knows she cares.

Then she gently baps his stomach with a paw as a reminder for lunch, and affectionately boops his nose again.

He laughs, and conjures lunch.

Lunch!

But first: he may have a nuzzle. Then lunch.

Awwwwww, a nuzzle! What a good way to start the day.

She has a light lunch, and then snuggles up again. It was more important that he be reminded of lunch's existence than for her to actually eat; she sort of suspects that if he forgot to sleep, he might have also forgotten to eat. Now that there is food in front of him he probably remembers that it's a thing. Sure, he's an all powerful wizard who maybe doesn't need to eat to sustain himself, but she's allowed to care about his welfare. She noses him affectionately, just because.

He eats lunch and then pets his soft fox friend.

Snuuuuggle.

Hmm. She believes she'd like to read. She nuzzles him, then hops off the bed to go to her letters and write:

May I have a book?

"Of course!"

Here's a book about the history of cooking, written by someone who is clearly very passionate about the subject and wants to share the joy. It's pretty good.

This is an adorable book. She loves it very much. While she's not that interested in cooking or its history, it's still nice to watch someone else care very much about it, and write their passion. And maybe she can try out some cooking ideas once she's got opposable thumbs again.

She snuggles her snugglebuddy happily, and settles in to read.