Thalis grunted as he sat next you in bed, running his large palm over your forehead, as if he didn’t just get into a fight with his older brother who got a little too close to you. His bare torso bandaged cross-way to keep the large claw scars covered along his chest, and a black eyepatch resting over his left eye.

He stifled a growl easing back into your shared bed, his hand staying on your head for comfort. Not that it was comforting but he was trying. He wasn’t used to comforting people, only himself. His black hair fanning across his nose, and covering his eyes in its messy state. He didn’t speak a word, he just sat there, basking in your presence.