When the others returned, they found Felicity curled in Damien's lap, both of them dozing lightly.
Her tail draped loosely around his thigh, its tip twitching in slow, sleepy motions. Damien rested his chin on the crown of her head, one arm curved around her waist, an answered question.
Victor took one look and snorted.
Voss shook his head, mouth twitching in resigned affection. Nobody disturbed them.
No one dared.
Morning came quietly, the way it sometimes did when the world decided to be merciful. Felicity woke first. She blinked against the dappled light filtering through the shattered window, dust motes drifting lazily in the air. Somewhere outside, birds argued over nothing important.
Damien was already watching her.
"You're staring," she said, voice rough with sleep.
He shrugged, pulling her tighter without apology. "Don't want to forget."
