'I cannot sleep like this at all… but I can at the same time'
That was what Finn told himself as he lay trapped, surrounded on all sides by three girls. Well… two and a half, really. Majestria didn't count.
She had declared herself too divine to share space with "mortals" and had migrated to the farthest corner of the tent, sprawled out dramatically as if she were staking her claim on holy land.
On Finn's left, Lickthorn had latched onto his arm like her very survival depended on it. She held it tight against her stomach, rubbing herself against him and even tugging his sleeve up so their skin could touch. She claimed it would "keep him warm."
Finn wanted to argue… but damn it, she wasn't wrong. The warmth was actually kind of nice. And for the first time since meeting her, she looked almost… cute.
'At least she wasn't lying about that,' he admitted internally.
