[He doesn’t even so much as stir as she slips into the bed with him, not when she pulls and adjusts at the sheets when she settles behind with her legs curled up. Even when her forehead brushes against his nape, he keeps sleeping.
It’s only a few more moments, when the warmth emanates nearby from her body, a sensation that is pleasant but too instinctive to be leery of, his body too used to being changed, that he’s drawn back into wakefulness.
Bleary wakefulness. The realization that he has human limbs now — human senses. Something pressed into the mattress beside him, the faint scent of sulfur. That telltale heat.
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It’s only a few more moments, when the warmth emanates nearby from her body, a sensation that is pleasant but too instinctive to be leery of, his body too used to being changed, that he’s drawn back into wakefulness.
Bleary wakefulness. The realization that he has human limbs now — human senses. Something pressed into the mattress beside him, the faint scent of sulfur. That telltale heat.
What? What’s happening, is that—]
Sprezzatura… is that you?
[What? What what what]