When the others returned, they found Felicity curled in Damien's lap, both of them dozing lightly.
Her tail was wrapped loosely around his thigh, the tip twitching in sleep. Damien's chin rested against the crown of her head, one arm curved around her waist like a question he'd already decided the answer to.
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, blinking against the dappled light filtering through the shattered window. Dust motes drifted 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."
