Felih is purring noisily even if the rest of his body is too tired to do anything else. When Shiro settles behind him, he melts and snuggles back against him as he trembles and catches his breath, an absolute mess.

Well, he’s certainly not cold anymore, that’s for sure. Their makeshift nest is filled with warmth now, and if they’re lucky, whatever strange place they found themselves in will hopefully just be a passing phase of Liminal Space’s ever-changing moods. His fluffy tail is quick to sweep over and brush over Shiro’s legs, coiling around one if he can, ears still limp from his blissful exhaustion. The soft kiss between them earns his mate a chirp, and it’s far too easy to just let himself drift after being told to rest.

He feels so good... he’s floating on a cloud, not going to come down for a while- and his body is finally rid of the need he’d been bottling up for so long.

“Love you...” Felih repeats and it’s a whimper, sincere and overwhelmed, body still trembling. “So good, feels so good...”