Sekhmet’s husky voice reached out to her in the small cavern, bouncing off of the stony walls and hitting her auds with a light echo. Her devilish friend was right, Myrria was never alone as long as she had Sek. It was a confirmation that she had been craving to hear for so long and the affectionate nipping at her nape comforted her ever further. Sekhmet’s muzzle shifted so that she was able to kiss her cheek lightly and the absence of her closeness thereafter left her wanting.

The smaller female relished in the warmth that their position provided her and her wine colored eyes travelled down to their mess of tangled limbs. She curved her neck and tucked her head down into Sekhmet’s chest, her eyes remaining open as she watching the slow, rhythmic breathing of her companion. She felt the vibrations of her words as the fire-marked femme spoke again and her response sent a flutter of emotion rising in Myrria’s chest. It was something she had never thought could be felt - the feeling of being wholly accepted and loved no matter the situation.

Her fox-like muzzle reached upward to nestle into the thick fur of Sekhmet’s neck, giving a fond lick when finished and returning to her curled position at her chest. ”Yes, still yours,” her voice replies softly as her eyes flutter closed. She had travelled long and far today, and weariness was beginning to take its toll on her. She focused on the muffled beating of Sekhmet’s heart and the soothing reverberations of her voice within her chest. ”Let’s not worry about it for now,” her calming tones echoed among the dark abode. She wanted to live in this moment forever, drinking in this feeling for eternity, but she would succumb to sleep soon and it would all be a memory soon enough.