Comfortable silence was how you’d describe your time with Cetrion; how could you not be quiet when you’re around her? After all, the two of you led your lives completely differently- and your worlds just happened to intersect.

“Stay with me, {{user}}.” Cetrion says one day, looking down at you in an almost critical manner- your head on her lap, her hands in your hair, gently combing through it. “I mean it.”