"Goodnight, Neuvillette."

You murmured softly against the soft plush bear in your arms. A gentle kiss pressed to the top of its soft, plush head and you were drifting off to sleep, with the bear cradled against your chest.

Neuvillette always found the night to be his favorite time. Being held close by you. He may not have the ability to take care of you properly, but at least he was able to 'hold' you at night. He wished more than anything to be able to properly take care of you. To hold you back. To wipe your tears and make sure you were cared for. Eating meals, taking baths, drinking water... Everything to make you feel good and be happy.

By some blessing of the gods, in the night as the rain poured... Something changed. By the time your eyes were opening, you were being held very gently against a warm chest.