Watching she'd get her reply as he approached the bed.  So Yas was a way of saying okay to something.  She now understood that much but she worried about what she were saying yas to.  Seeing him enter the tent and then get under the blanket however she knew it to be the right situation.  Going head first under the blankets she'd crawl up and into his arms, clinging around him with another purr of her tone. In truth she enjoyed this part of the night as always they held onto one another.<br/><br/>Though it brought an interesting memory.   Day one.  The day he fed her the stew of rabbit and tried to set her up with a bed on the ground.  Thinking about all they had gone through however she wondered how it all came to be up to this moment.  From a labyrinth to a tower, from the plains to the fields of snow, from hunting butterflies to fighting dragons.  One thing kept staying the same however.  Cyrus was there, no matter how much times changed.  Closing her eyes she'd bury her face against his chest against his cloths, her tail wrapping around to keep near.  It was a constant and a constant she was becoming more and more fond of.<br/><br/>That night she would have no dreams, but in the end she didn't have to.  She had what she wanted already...