Eiravyne took a deep breath, feeling a mix of reluctance and warmth as she allowed her fingers to tangle in Urag's white hair.
His hair felt soft and silky beneath her fingertips.
She started at the crown of his head, her fingers gliding through the strands as she carefully separated them.
Each stroke was both calming and exhilarating, a slow rhythm that matched the steady thrum of her heartbeat.
She could feel the warmth radiating from him, and as she worked her way down to his nape.
Urag leaned into her touch, his body relaxing against her as he let out a soft, contented sigh.
"See? I knew you'd enjoy this," he murmured, his voice a low, rumbling purr that resonated through her chest.
The playful teasing was replaced by an earnestness that made her heart swell.
Eiravyne couldn't help but smile as she continued to stroke his hair, enjoying the simple act of caring for him.
