“Rocky tiiiireeed…”
“Told you, you need more rest. You are still regenerating.”
“Sleeeeep.”
“You sleep, I observe,” I said quietly feeling content and suspiciously happy when Rocky nuzzled closer and made himself comfortable before drifting to sleep. I am going to cuddle him as soon as I finish working on my notes about Eridian’s regeneration process. Learned from bitter experience, oxygen is bad bad bad for Eridians. If Rocky has any complaints about waking up with me hugging him like a lanky four limbed octopus, he keeps those complains to himself. Which isn’t usually a case, quite the opposite, Rocky is very vocal about his complains. So it stands to reason he enjoys cuddling as much as I do.













