[ it's still early in the day, but the winter solstice here offers little of the sun as the turn of the month marches on—with night lingering where morning should be. it stirs a restlessness in his carnivora soul, and now he feels the same sort of hassle navia often complains of when the seasons turn. it's utterly frustrating, to say the least—but not unbearable just yet, not when touch and the welcome calm it brings begin to stir wriothesley out of sleep with a heavy sigh. he tenses briefly to stretch, then instinctively curls in a little closer towards neuvillette.

he unconsciously seeks the imprint through proximity, craning slightly to tilt his head into neuvillette’s bare and warm hand. where one of his ears twitches against the other’s fingers, and even half-asleep, wriothesley still has the presence of mind to brush the back of his hand over his cheek, trying to gauge the worst of the heat that's settled into his features. ]

Hey— [ he manages with a croaked laugh, hoarse but good-humored given the state of him. ] I'm glad you got here without much trouble.

[ the hand at his face turns to roughly rub at his eyes before blinking more awake. and with a softened look of his own, he rests that hand atop neuvillette’s thigh. ]

Thanks for helping me out with this, Neuvillette. I'll do my best to behave while I'm still all here.