closed starter for @mewnifled
Groggily trudging into the room he shared with Eclipsa, the large Septarian monster climbed back into bed, mindful of his horns and her body. When he checked, and found that she was still awake and clearly waiting, he nuzzled his snout against her cheek.
“The baby’s fine, he was just fussing,” Pema said, then laid down more, dark red and gray shoulder pressing against Eclipsa’s own, his tail softly swishing back and forth against her leg. “Got Toff back to sleep.”
He turned his head to look at her more closely, yellow eyes searching her face in the dark. Her cheek had still felt too warm when he touched it. “How are you feeling? Do you need anything? Water, or something?” Both the Monster and the Mewman had heard their infant son whimper and whine in the night, but Pema had gone alone to check on him, Eclipsa not daring to while she dealt with a cold.
Pema had hoped she would have fallen back to sleep while he checked on the baby, though he knew full well she would do her best to remain awake; only a deeper drain on her energy would have knocked her out at that point.
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