"Probably not," she said, looking over her shoulder. "It's okay. I'm alright. Look at me. Do I look like someone who's suffering?"
She laughed a little, shaking her head. “Don’t worry,” she replied. Her gaze flickered to his hair and she reached out, patting it a little. “I did a good job.”
She fluffed his hair up a little, her touch affectionate as she looked down at him. “I don’t even need a bedroll,” she told him. “I’ve got you.”
She flushed a little, tilting her head. “I rest my head on your chest,” she replied. “That’s what I meant.”
Her fingers slowly stopped running through his hair and rested gently among his auburn locked. She considered him before shrugging slightly. “I don’t know. You’re pretty comfortable.”
She laughed a little, her lips curving up naturally as her nose crinkled. “Most comfortable demon I’ve ever slept on,” she replied affectionately.
Her hand dropped from his hair and she nodded, pulling her cloaks up to her chin. “Whatever you say, Z.”
He turned over with a small yawn, shutting his eyes to sleep, the heat of the fire warm against his back.
The next morning, Zerras woke rather early. He had slipped away from their camp to do some business within the tribe.
