Parvati/Fenrir
Fenrir ached. He always did after the full moon. The transformations were always bad but at least this time he wasn't covered in scratches and blood. And some of the euphoria of keeping his own mind and not being alone had also survived the transformation. All in all, it left him feeling a little off kilter, tired, sore and with the sensation that he smelled like wet dog.
As a result, when he saw Parvati was there, waiting with a smile and willing to help, he couldn't help just gaping at her for a moment before he broke out into a tired smile before and letting himself lean on her.
"Hey," he said with a soft sigh. "You're here. This is nice. You smell nice. Wait, I shouldn't have said that. That was a weird thing to say." He stopped, aware that he was rambling, then tried again. "Sorry. Wolf is still a little close to the surface and that was a very wolf thing to say. Tea would be very nice. Tea and dry and something soft to sleep on."