Still pressed so firm up to Cyrus she was slowly beginning to lose her care on if Atticus was there or not.  His own musk, his warmth, her desire, they all ultimately lead to something truly beautiful in her eyes.  What a surprise he'd be in for in the future.   For now that didn't matter as at that given moment she was free to enjoy the sensation of his presence.<br/><br/>Though the voice of Cyrus did stir her a little as he started fretting about pregnancy, her ears perking as her eyes turned on him.  Why was he worried?  She wondered about it however she couldn't really bring herself to care for long.  What she cared about most of all at that given time was her comfort by his side.<br/><br/>"Si-us...."<br/><br/>Cyrus.  Trying for his name she'd close her eyes and curl up a bit tighter by his side, more so happy about the arm around her.  Being only four and a half feet and fairly lithe she honestly felt a bit dwarfed by him.  But then again she was also used to it to say the least, her long tail releasing his waistline and pulling up to wrap along his arm instead.  All three feet of it doing so mostly to make sure to keep his hand there on her.  To keep him near by her.