"Did you fall asleep?' Arielle asked when she found Amadea's eyelids began to close.
(Are you crazy? And let that bastard wake up again? I still want to smell Cecil's scent.) It replied sarcastically.
Arielle bent her legs, then hugged her knees for warmth. On a low wooden bench at the end of the room, Ronan's clothes neatly folded.
"Amadea, are you not cold?" Arielle asked again.
Amadea glanced at Arielle, then got up on its four legs. The wolf moved its body until the furs quivered. Arielle was amazed to see it.
(My furs are much warmer than the thin thing you're using, Human.)
"Really? May I give it a try?" Arielle really wanted to touch those furs.
The wolf squeaked, ignoring Arielle. Even so, she pressed herself close to the iron bars until some of its fur was sticking out and a gleeful Arielle approached and pressed the side of her body against the furs.
(Think of it as an honor for bringing me Cecil's scent.)
