"Emma'Ghilan?" He gives a quiet little hum, brushing his fingers against Kaaras's desk to alert him to his presence. "Can we snuggle?" He wanted to snuggle. Just snuggle. Maybe kiss. Generally be there and slightly in the way. But nothing more. "Just for a bit, if you're busy."
Kaaras had been deep in writing when he heard the voice, not even having heard Sahlin make his way up the stairs or even open the door. Wait, his door may have been open already. He couldn’t remember. His head had been down and he was leaning his forehead on his fingertips, looking up when Sahlin had made himself known to him.
He lowered his quill and put it up, leaning back in his chair. He was tired, and he’d been working all day. The sound of simply snuggling sounded absolutely divine right now. He was pretty certain he’d screwed up this letter three times already. He kept on messing what he was saying up because he couldn’t think straight anymore.
A soft sigh left him, and he ran his hands down his face to try and wake himself up a bit more, rolling the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows. “You know what? That sounds like exactly what I need right now.” He patted his lap for Sahlin to come and sit down as he pushed his chair back with his feet. “Or do you prefer the bed? Or lounge? Or... rug?” He gestured to their little familiar bear rug before the fire.
