Is it drugs?

Ah—makes sense. She could smell it.

Ah and she’s back to making no sense. Pats her head.

That’s the one thing Morwen doesn’t deal with. Tears. Keep that salty weak human shit away from her.

Help.

Pats her head more. ❛ There there. There there. Hush little human don’t cry a tear...this little Valkyrie will...❜ yeah she’s got nothing.

So...does she have to stay still or...?

Oh—oh good. Because she uh, has a Valkyrie to go cuddle.

She’s just going to risk her life—and climb into bed with * / 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴. She’s aware this could cost her life. But she’s willing to risk it.

Goodnight world. She may wake up tomorrow. Or she may end up killed. Who knows.

Ah she thought the lass might.

Growls in frustration.

She really wouldn’t suggest it. She’s a pissed off valkyrie.

Which human.

Yawns.

Don’t mind as she slips into * / 𝘈𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘴’s bed and wraps an arm around her.

Yes, she is hot. It’s quite hot out. . .

There’s a nose nuzzling into the other warrior’s shoulder. Her hand slowly sliding up the other’s side, and across her ribs until it reaches the searching hand. Fingers lacing securely. She may even be pressing a soft kiss to her shoulder. She’s missed her, dearly.

...oh...

Stretches. Tired and sore Valkyrie noises.