He looked around uncertainly for a place to sleep before lying out on the ground, his head settling tentatively.
Ten minutes passed and Ben didn’t stir. His wings made dazzling patterns as he entered deeper sleep, blue light running through the tiny veins like soft crystals.
She watched them thoughtfully, her gaze soft. She looked down at him, tracing his features. She whimpered for just a moment before silencing herself, brushing back his hair.
He leaned into her touch responsively, his dark hair contrasting with her tanned skin. He muttered something, his brows furrowed as his eye twitched nervously. He was very active in his sleep, she had found.
“When he dies?” Puck asked, coming and sitting next to her. His words were blunt, but she would know there wasn’t any malice behind them; that was just Puck’s way.
"Yeah," she said quietly, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know. It really hurts to think about. I don't want to be without him. I don't want to be alone."
"You're wonderful, Puck," she said gently, looking down at Ben for a moment, "but you won't need to take care of me. Having you around will be enough."
