His hand found the curve of her cheek. Voss brushed a strand of honey-blonde hair off her face and let his thumb settle there, just below the soft fur of one ear. She made a tiny noise against the pillow, something between a sigh and a complaint, and the fur of that ear flicked against his knuckle.
"You're going to wake up grumpy about being left out again," he told her, low and rough. "Tell me I let you sleep in. I'll lie through my teeth for you." He bent and pressed his mouth to her temple, breathing her in, smelling the faint sugar of the dried fruit she'd eaten at the meet-up. "Take your time, Fel. We've got it handled."
Damien's tail tightened a fraction around the bed frame, a second agreement, wordless and absolute.
Voss watched him do it and huffed a quiet laugh through his nose. "You realise if she catches you mothering her, you'll never live it down."
