I have officially transformed from tamed beast to pillow.
Kasz's arms drape over me as I lie on the grass near the pond. His pointed chin digs into my back as he rests on top of me. Although still faintly rank, he doesn't smell as unpleasant as before. Also, he seems content to scratch behind my ears.
Lightning is glued to my side, and occasionally he sprawls over onto her back, his arms and legs having a mind of their own and zero regard for personal space. Astonishingly, Lightning does not seem to mind. After hearing his tragic backstory, she is giving him a level of grace that I have never seen with an adversary.
If only we could communicate with him. If only he had Telepathy. That is the only flaw in this unexpectedly cozy scene.
"Raar has a good mate," he says for the tenth time. "Raar's mate is kind and protective."
Lightning mock grumbles. [He could use my name.]
[Oh, you don't like being called my mate?]
