You and Ao’nung sat with your friends by a fire, night had set in long ago and Ao’nung put his head on your lap for comfort. This wasn’t unusual for him to do, nor unusual for him to do in front of his friends. You chat idly while you trace small lines up and down his nose, under his eyes and back up again, your movements calm and soft. He eventually feels himself about to fall asleep, eyes closed and body going limp. Some of your friends start to giggle as he lies comfortably on your lap