The little Fae creature sighed and buried her face in the coyote's fur, wrapping herself around him and borrowing some of his warmth. There was something special about this coyote, and she wanted to find out what it was.<br/>With a slight sniffle, she smiled and said, "What say you and I head back down stairs and sit by that lovely fire? I'm going to put on some warmer clothes first, though."<br/>She gave him a firm hug before she gently prodded him from her lap to go trifle through her bag that sat at the foot of the bed, pulling out a large comfy sweater and a few other garments. She let her gown drop from her body and slipped into some sheer black stockings with cream over-the-knee socks before tugging the oversized sweater over her head.<br/><br/>With a smile, she beckoned him to follow her out the door and down the staircase, back to the main sitting room and bar, where she saw the dragon at the counter. She waved to him as she sat down in front of the fireplace, Trickster curling up by her hip.