"Rav'ahm sleeps on my shoulder, sometimes. I think he likes the warmth." Lauralae is beginning to realise how much their new companions long for their closeness, to be near them, to curl and press close. It's novel to her, who had spent so many years alone, and she's not sure how she is adjusting to the newness of having something she cares for like this.

It scares her, just a little.

"At least he does truly care for you."