#earthrunes

He reaches up to press his hand against hers, and smiles. "Ladies, in the light of your hospitality, I cannot but feel warmed already. Don't you worry about little old me, Rum Tum Tugger can get by on sass alone." Squeezing her hand a little in appreciation of the concern. He does feel a bit chilled, the flames of his glamour burning low, but my no means guttering or in danger.

"I'll bet Delores has a cot or the like... really, we should set up a sleeping chamber, maybe some curtains..."

Coradel nods. "I'll make sure to ask her. You'll have the Bale tonight, Whiskers. I want to see you well-warmed by morning." A gentle mock scold.

"And what Cora wants..." An expressive shrug, a gesture echoes by her wings.

She gives Sparrow an amused look.

"Oh, Delores. Such a lovely woman, though her name speaks of woe. That I could sooth away her sorrows..." A hand pressed against his forehead, palm outward, dramatic. He reaches out and clasps a hand from each sidhe. "I wouldn't dream of seeking anything other than what Cora wants. I never have before, have I?" Another purr. Incorrigible!

A pleased, warm look. "Not as far as I recall, no."

She taps his nose with her free hand. "I wouldn't know. So let's hope so!"

And, he will allow either or both of the Ladies to lead or direct him where to go, and, with a minimum of fuss, will gladly settle down to a deep and healing slumber, despite all his big talk. And NO, that is not a snore, it's a PURR, thank you. (ahem, Rude.)

((LOL)) Yes, with the assistance of the one and only Delores, a suitable place is set by the Balefire for him to rest...and if Coradel lingers after he begins to purr in his sleep, well, she's only overseeing the welfare of an old friend in need...

((and scene))

((And, scene. Until next time, which is just a whim away, a whim away, a whim away...))