He slings an arm around her body, tucking it beneath her wings, allowing his fingertips to lightly press against her feathers.

"It is my favorite way to find rest," Skellig admits, voice already a bit thick with the threat of sleep. "Your body sprawled atop mine."

She is the BEST security blanket.

Tomorrow they will deal with the White Death, and shop. But tonight is for rest and recovery, which will come with much-needed sleep for the both of them.