There was so many things that the goetia wanted to say, wanted to ask Blitzø but he found his mind empty of thought. It had been such a taxing day for the owl that he just simply laid in his hospital bed, basking in the little imp's presence for a peaceful moment. That was... nice. All he really wanted to do was pull the imp into his bed to use him as a living body pillow and rest there in silence. Though Blitzø might protest to being suddenly dragged down beside him. Instead, the great owl continued to brush his talon over the bumpy ridges of Blitzø's hand.
"Blitz... we're... good, aren't we?" Stolas found his voice, though it came out softer then he had intended.
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Date: 2023-06-17 04:37 am (UTC)"Blitz... we're... good, aren't we?" Stolas found his voice, though it came out softer then he had intended.