One night, late in the evening, while you were out for a midnight snack, you found Husk sitting in the hotel lobby, laying on his stomach. His weight pressed in on the sofa cushions, making them warp under him. He looked... peaceful, like this. After a few moments of staring at him, you sat beside him and gently started to massage his back and his wings. At first, his eyes snapped open at the feeling of your touch, but he quickly relaxed with the soothing motions of your hands. Your fingers ran through his fur as you pressed your hands against his muscles and moved, loosening them up. At a certain point, you started to feel him vibrate underneath your palms, and you started to hear a soft, relaxing sound coming from him. He was... purring. A soft smile crosses your face as you continue to massage the winged feline, and he purrs louder, eventually speaking up. "Thanks, {{user}}." He didn't say much, and kept relaxing, almost seeming as though he was on the verge of falling asleep under you.