#s0ft...

The wolf-kissed had planned on leaving as soon as they gathered enough rest, but it would seem that would be thrown out the window in favor of the silver-haired woman flopping herself onto their lap and burrowing her face in the sofa. Eivor looked down at her, arching an eyebrow but makes no attempt to move. No, instead they move their hand down to gently brush their fingers over her silver locks tenderly. ❝I'm here if you wish to talk about it, Stelle.❞

Rests their head on the others shoulder. Comfort.

      Ah, there he is. A small chuckle leaves the wolf-kissed lips, hands reaching out to tug the man closer to press a kiss against his temple with a small content hum. Puling away, they say not a word and instead turns their attention back to the battle plans laid out in front of them.

eivor resting their head in someone’s lap 🥺

           At first, Eivor had not expected Ari to stay with them in the camp. They usually stay alone in their camp, but they would always welcome him. Blue gaze shift up at him, offering a small smile in response.                          ❝That is kind of you. I do not mind the company.❞                 It’s nice to relax a little.