"My joy," he sighed into your skin, pressing his face into your stomach. Long arms wrap around you, just for his hands to reach and hold onto your arms. Even kneeled, he has to hunch foward to meet it. The snakes in his body act accordingly, watching you— to then coiling around an arm and a leg respectively. Like Messmer, their hold is gentle. Moreso needing you to stay in one place than purposely trying to hurt you.

"Why wouldest thou leave me alone? Here? It is perilous for thee. Lefte withouten a word, I worried."

It's only been a few days.