[ The little strokes Aether makes on his fur send chills down his spine. He's doing his best to stay calm and collected, as a general should when faced with danger (though this is certainly a different sort of danger). He's not doing so hot with it, though, because his tail ends up slowly swooshing beneath Aether's touch. His heart picks up speed and he swallows, hard, praying Aether can't see the flush that creeps onto his cheeks. ]
Y-you're comfortable, right?
[ It's the only thing he can say without giving himself away. Aether truly is special. ]
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Y-you're comfortable, right?
[ It's the only thing he can say without giving himself away. Aether truly is special. ]