Early the next morning, when the sky was still dim, Fisher rose from the warm embrace beside him. After a moment of pondering, looking at the misty weather outside, he silently picked up the clothes he had thrown aside and put them on piece by piece.
Beside him, Rafael was sleeping lightly, but since she had returned early yesterday, even getting up early now meant she had more sleep than during her work days before.
And this also meant that her preparations for the Dragon Court frontline were nearly complete, merely waiting for the moment to mount and head to the battlefield.
At the moment Fisher was silently changing clothes to leave the bed, Rafael's paw gently extended from under the covers, silently grasping his freshly changed clothes and pulling out ripples of irregular wrinkles.
Fisher turned his head to see her already opened green eyes.
She said nothing, merely maintained that stance, but Fisher felt her inner thoughts—she didn't want him to leave.
