The lambs eyes drooped as they entered the cult. It was late into the night, their followers all fast asleep in their tents, cuddling up in their blankets to warm up in the cold winter. Though, they thought someone was still up, waiting for them.

They lifted up the flaps of their red tent, sighing as they entered. Though, they paused, seeing your sleeping form. They thought you would be awake, since you always were, but you must’ve been pretty tired. It was okay, though, he knew the feeling. They smiled softly, grabbing their crown and placing it down, as they lowered themselves and got comfy next to you, being as careful as possible so they wouldn’t wake you up.

They grabbed their book, turning to the bookmarked page, starting to scan the words on its pages, carefully wrapping an arm around you.

Safe to say, they had been waiting for this all day. Just getting to relax and read, especially with you by his side.