Cozy.

—now he's thinking about kissing her. She's very pretty. Feelings. Why.

She is unaware of his feelings, and doesn't attempt to disentangle from the snuggles. They're nice. He's nice. She's a little fragile right now, and maybe flinging herself at the first passably nice person she sees, but, well. It's not the worst coping mechanism ever. ... Probably.

There are probably worse ones out there. For example, she might try to fight a city.

She is not going to try to fight a city!

But she is going to snuggle this man that did fight a city. It is because he fought a city that she can snuggle him, actually. Snuggles: the spoils of war.

Pretty good spoils. —no that's probably not a good train of thought.

Probably not!

She snuggles him anyway, humming contently.

"... Unfortunately I am getting kind of hungry. Which makes sense, considering that I haven't eaten anything in, uh. Centuries."

"...maybe if we ask nicely the castle will bring you breakfast?"

"Maybe! I don't know how this magic works. Uh, castle? Can I have breakfast, please?"

There's a pause, then one of the large bricks in the nearby wall slowly shifts up, and the one below it pushes outward. It contains a tray with more breakfast. Enough that Siran can have some too, even.

"Oh. Okay then."

...he smiles.

Ivethis gently disentangles enough to retrieve the tray from its perch and set it down next to them on the bed. Food!

"I really don't care about crumbs right now, do you?" she wonders. "The bed's a bit of a mess anyway. ... That was you, right, I don't need to ask the castle to draw me a bath so I can scrub myself raw?"

"Yeah, that was me. There's, uh, some scratch marks outside your window, but it looks like he never got more than a claw inside the castle."

She shudders, a little.

"The bastard being outside of my window is still too close for comfort," she mutters.

"Yeah. Sorry."

"Not your fault. Actually, you were the one that killed him. Nothing to apologize for."

He laughs. "Fair enough."

She scoots closer to him, but the mechanics of eating sort of make snuggling tricky. Right now, she'll fall in favor of eating properly and sort of skimping on the snuggling, instead of the other way around. She nibbles at food.

Nibbles. Companionable sitting-next-to.

"This is nice," she murmurs, after a little while. "It's nice to not feel alone. Especially, um, right now."

"It's—"

"...yeah."

... She can probably lean on him! That seems like a thing she can do while eating!

She attempts this feat.

Aw. He can put an arm around her and not mind nibbling slower nibbles.

Eeee.

She's tempted to try to make up for this by helping to feed him, but that is probably taking things too fast. Again. Instead she'll just eat and snuggle and smile at him. (... Only a touch adoringly.)

He grins back at her.

She kind of wants to kiss him aaaaaa.

"I um," she says, suddenly feeling very bad at wordsing, ".... feel I should come up with a topic of conversation, but um. I'm drawing a blank. Save me?"

"—Well now I can't think of anything."