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Part of Feles' mind gave the opinion that he REALLY should not be getting this turned on at the talk of torture and death... but the fact that the woman in his lap was the one making these statements was enough to drive him insane.

There is something seriously wrong with me... but who cares?

Wrapping his arms around Aranea, he moved to stand, scooping her into his arms. He was going to carry her to the bed and curl up there, exploring each and every inch of her body...

It was a good thought, until he took his first step and his leg gave out beneath him, sending him towards the ground. He immediately rolled, wrapping himself around Aranea so that he would land on his back, and she would land on HIM... it was the only way he could be sure he wouldn't hurt her.

"I'm sorry," he gasped, rolling to his side and bringing one fist to impact with the stone floor. He growled sharply, lowering his head against the ground and cursing inwardly. WHY couldn't he just go back to being the way he was before? Back when he was whole and didn't feel as though he was going to break at every step?

"Is it too much to ask to just be NORMAL?" he growled, pushing himself to his feet and wobbling there for a moment as he attempted to NOT put any weight on his sore leg. "I should have known better..." He reached to the pouch at his belt then, picking a bit of the leaves out with his claws and tucking them beneath his tongue. The bittersweet herb could be tasted almost immediately, and he waited a minute or two before swallowing it fully. It seemed to work better this way.

He turned back to Aranea then, reaching a hand out to her with a smile. "I promise, I won't carry you again."

He moved at a slow pace, favouring his leg as he moved to follow her and headed towards the bed. "I believe we were going that way," he murmured, pointing in a vague motion towards the bed. His tail flicked back and forth behind him, swishing through the air. The bed itself was almost like a cloud, between the feathertop, the down comforter and the feather pillows. He had discovered early on that anything touching his skin needed to be SOFT, and he'd demanded the bedding from his Kithain when he was but a toddler. Now, as he fell into the plush array, he nearly disappeared into the thick quilt, purring softly as he dragged Aranea there with him.

"It's not easy," he admitted, chuckling as his tail swatted towards her hand. "It's comfortable, and warm." As if to prove his point, he curled into the bed, winding an arm around Aranea's waist and pulling her against him. He moved to spoon up against her, nuzzling her hair. "So... you don't like wintertime?" he asked, letting his tail drape across her.

Frowning, Feles moved to trace his fingers lightly through her hair. "I ask you a favour," he whispered, concern in his voice. "Should you feel the need to sleep away the winter like they do... come to me? I'll keep you safe here, and you'll be away from the cold and the light." The cat's room was nearly pitch black, in the catacombs of the castle, even though it was nearly noon outside. He was still as sensitive to light as ever, and the underground room lent itself well to keeping warmth trapped.

Feles let his eyes slip closed, one hand petting along Aranea's back, up and down against her spine. "You're welcome here whenever you like," he murmured, nuzzling against her. "I enjoy your company, even if it's just like this."