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Night's cool chill settles upon every strand of fur like snow on ground, keeping Mirepurr vaguely at bay. It is what keeps them from shifting in place after all; the absence of daytime heat makes it possible to keep their paws safely tucked underneath themself. If sweat were to pool beneath plush pelt in addition to the whirlwind of emotions inside, they're certain an overabundance of energy would make them want to run a marathon.
Realization had slowly but surely made a home inside them. Lilacfur, by some miracle, had awoken — and perhaps it really is a byproduct of the stars' will, because it couldn't have happened at a more perfect time. Merciless fate had threatened to hold onto Mirepurr with cruel hands and sweep them off their feet, but they managed to find solace by Lilacfur's side... even despite the onslaught of recovery herbs' scents plastered onto her figure. It's selfish, they had told themself. The self-awareness did little to stop them from seeking comfort beside their injured friend.
They ought to say something. Emotions come with plenty to ramble about in Mirepurr's case, but those feel strangely lodged within the walls of their throat. It is decidedly easier to simply take the moment in; them and Lilacfur in a more secluded part of camp, under the cover of night.
"Does it still sting?" Their head tips to indicate they mean the wounds- scars, soon enough. "I'd rather have you unharmed, but I must admit, these make you look even more fierce."