Flops on her and buries the exile in the fluff of her tails. Here is some warmth for this poor woman. It can be repaid in back-scratches.
Is buried under a pile of soft, fluorescent-colored — tails? She coughs out a few hair that had managed to get into her mouth, before promptly pushing the fox woman off her lap. Though the warmth that the other had tried to provide was comforting, the woman was still uncertain who on earth this girl was.
( And tails changing colors…? She was certain it was green, but now it seemed to have transitioned to a brighter shade of blue… )














