"How is the situation in the border?" Iris asked, she straddled Cane, as she refused to sit on the bed. Lately, she liked sitting on his lap like this, while Cane didn't mind it at all and play with her hair. He leaned his back against the headboard, staring at his mate.
"Not many things have changed." Cane leaned over and pecked the tip of her nose. "You don't need to worry about this." He caressed her neck and Iris leaned against his touch.
"You start to close yourself off again," Iris pursed her lips. She put both her palms against his chest to steady herself.
Cane chuckled. Iris remembered the first time she saw Cane chuckled, since he didn't do that very often in the past, but now he did it more naturally and frequently.
She used to imagine how it sounded like to hear him chuckling and now, she could hear it, she loved it. One of the most grateful things about being able to hear was being able to hear her mate's voice.
