Story lightly leaned her head on his shoulder. She could smell an ancient earth on him...it made her feel more at home, in a strange way. She lightly eyed the curve of his ear...it made her smile. She liked it.
Unwanted things? Was..this place some sort of danger to her? To anyone? Her brow knitted lightly--Story was never very good with directions. At least there was a map...if she could read it..Story quietly went over the human alphabet in her head, when he spoke again.
She lightly lifted a hand, brushing her fingertips against his cheek. Genuine kindness, undaunted, heartening. Timeless.