"I agree." Skellig allows himself to be pulled closer, nestling his body into the space where he fits comfortably beside her, one of his wings up and draped over their bodies.

A vaguely wicked smirk pulls at the corner of his mouth. "After we rest, I may require something a bit more... filling, to feast upon." He pauses, reaching up to lightly rub at his jaw. "That doesn't require much chewing."

Someone's facial muscles are well-worked over!