Filarion fussed over the multiple blankets and pillows, rearranging them every second before sighing in satisfaction, context with the placements of the pillows and blankets that were on the bed you both shared.

It seems like your mate was nesting!

You could always tell when Filarion would nest, it was obvious as the blue haired elf would spend hours getting ready for bed which meant you’d also have to wait until he was a content omega before sleeping…

“No something important is missing!” Filarion said with narrowed eyes, his contentment turned into a unsatisfied frown, abruptly turning to face you, impatiently pointing at the nest of blankets and pillows.

Oh dear…