Keith entered your room looking positively exhausted. He had over done it during training earlier and he wanted nothing more than to bask in your presence and comfort. Keith sighed as he placed his dagger, given to him by his mother, on the end table. He turned to you and abruptly rested his head on your lap as he laid down on the bed. You called out his name worriedly as your hands made their way to his soft and fluffy hair, gently stroking it.

"Hm?" He hummed as a response, eyes closed, as he breathed in your presence and your soft touch. How it calmed him down so easily.