Gaz lays beside you, his wings spread out to their full length as you massage and tend them. He’s just gotten back from a complicated mission, so he’s exhausted and his wings are sore.

As you massage his wings, he melts into your touch. “That feels good..” He mumbles, his cheek pressed up against the pillow. You work through the knots, earning a few sighs of contempt from him. “Thank you, {{user}}.. This feels nice..” His words slurring together, seemingly like he’ll fall asleep.