Aspen made a quiet noise, just a sleepy mumble, and the dryad could not bare it anymore. Slipping down off the stool, she wriggled into bed beside him, her friend warming her like a living furnace, and started to run her fingers through his hair. For a while, they lay there quietly, his breathing slow as he slipped in and out of sleep. As Effie’s hands braided, she ran through a list of things she could grow and boil into a tea - that would work, no? Aspen was always boiling this and that, and she knew that he used many plants for healing properties! The witch rolled to face her, his face pinched in discomfort, and Effie scooted forward to kiss him on the forehead. “Go back to sleep, honey mou. We will make better in morning.” He gave her a dopey smile and tugged her closer, fitting his arms easily around the tiny doe. She felt a tiny peck on her own furry head, and then she was asleep. It could wait til the morning.

Aspen’s hair was so lovely! Truthfully, it was one of the first things that had drawn the dryad to him - the memory of it made her smile to herself, as she recalled the first time she’d braided her best friend’s hair. Oh! And they’d drawn in the sand! She had mistaken his boyfriend for a woman - he was not an artist, by any means! At that thought, she had to stifle a giggle, toes wriggling with concealed mirth. Beside her, Aspen turned to give her a questioning look, no doubt feeling the squirming; she had almost forgotten he was beside her, as she had been enjoying her fond reminiscence so much! For a moment, she thought about writing out what she had been thinking about, and perhaps adding that she was glad his beautiful hair had compelled her to come to speak to him, because she was so glad that he was her friend... but instead, she simply shook her head and scooted closer, lifting his hair into her lap and beginning to run her fingers through it gently. 

The dryad lifted her head to watch the witch move back and forth, slowly rising to her hooves as it became clear that the meal was almost ready. Shaking herself and stretching, tail twitching, she clicked her way over to the table and thought for a second before shaking her head, “Fur and dressings do not agree with each other, my dear! I will take it without, I think.” Head tipped back, she took a long sniff of the air before pronouncing, “It smells so good! You are full of hidden talents.”

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