you’re gonna live this life with me?
Whenever Maea spoke, Peter turned up to face her, his pace slowing the slightest so he didn't overtake her at all. It was nice that they had managed to reconnect so easily, despite the long absence, the distance, even his current form. His presence had never been a comfort to anyone, and he leaned in against her again, a low crooning coming from his throat. All Peter ever really wanted was to be helpful, and this was one of the best ways he could be.
As they approached the tavern, Peter shifted back into a bat and fluttered up onto Maea's, wanting to be smaller, less conspicuous inside. He could regain his lips and voice when they were behind closed doors, when prying eyes wouldn't notice him.
As they approached the tavern, Peter shifted back into a bat and fluttered up onto Maea's, wanting to be smaller, less conspicuous inside. He could regain his lips and voice when they were behind closed doors, when prying eyes wouldn't notice him.
