“Okay.”
When he pulled back, she looked up at him, catching the sincerity in his gaze. Even if they just did it the once, at least it was something to try to see if it helped at all, and at least Frey knew that she was still lucid enough when shifted to not accidentally bite Dyson if she did start to feel distressed again.
“Just no shredding my pillows,” he teased, keeping close to her.
Truth be told, he just liked having her wrapped up in his arms. It didn’t happen nearly as often as he would have liked, but he took the advantage when he had it. He had also been around her shifted enough to know that she wasn’t going to try eating him, so he saw no issue in the plan.
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