I looked up at Luna's face as her golden eyes glowed faintly, healing light spilling over me. Her hands rested with a feather's gentleness against my chest and forehead.
A lap pillow.
That familiar, almost embarrassing softness brought back memories. I found myself smiling.
"Do you remember," I asked, my voice low, "when we first bonded?"
Her gaze flickered down to me. The warmth in it softened, amusement mixing with affection. "Of course."
"You gave me a lap pillow back then too," I said, grin tugging at my lips.
"Yes," she answered, lips curling upward. "And you wondered who in the world had taught a qilin about lap pillows."
"I did," I agreed immediately, chuckling.
"Well, nobody taught me," she said with a small shrug. "I just… saw it happen once. It looked comfortable, so I tried it. You were the first person I ever gave one to."
"Very bold for a first time," I said, grinning up at her.
