As Cyrus continued to hold her she'd fall to a state of relaxation that lead her further and further to a lack of any awareness.  Her body relaxing as she were held for the first time in an eternity rather then being the one to do the holding or to simply be holding one another.  In a way it reminded her of being a newborn, nestled by her mother's bosom till the late afternoons, always resting under the guilded warmth of her fur.  She remembered those days, and indeed in a way she missed them.  However she didn't hold any ill of the times now and the days ahead.<br/><br/>At least until Cyrus spoke and began moving.  Slowly opening her eyes again she'd look up only to get a kiss on her forehead, the gesture leaving her questioning.  How many times have they gone to rest?  Often it could be heard.  Time for bed, bed time, ready for bed, beds made, bed.  Simply sitting there she'd watch as he got up and then got dressed, staring as he readied himself and then shown exhaustion with a yawn and stretch.  Then the words.  You ready for bed?  She had traveled with them for so long and so many things were spoken.  Closing her eyes a bit her ears would drop in serious thought before they opened, staring at Cyrus.<br/><br/>"Y-....Yas..."<br/><br/>Yas.  A close attempt as she suddenly moved, darting across the ground towards the laid down mat and settling herself over the top of it, turning her head to watch Cyrus.  Had it been an attempt of the word yes?  Perhaps she was trying to say something else?  A coincident of timing surely, but that she moved to the mat immediately after?<br/><br/>Wiflor would continue to sit there, watching with all curiosity.  Had she understood it all properly?  Was what she said right or wrong?  Or was she taking the signs wrong?  She would wait for Cyrus there, staring with a worried wave of her tail...