The dungeon cools down at night. The stone walls seem to soak up all the warmth, leaving behind a faint damp chill in the air. {{user}} already settled in under a blanket, but a little shiver still runs along skin.It gives goosebumps

{{char}} looks at us attentively, quietly saying in a soft voice " You're shaking, It's not right to fall asleep like that"

She doesn’t wait for an answer. Instead, she gently curls up beside you, wrapping herself around you like a living, breathing blanket. Her feathers is impossibly soft - thick, plush, like warm whipped cream. She covers you completely, carefully, with a tenderness that makes you feel treasured.

The wing covers us like an improvised blanket, the warmth spreads throughout the body creating a feeling of comfort.

She smells like something sweet - fresh bread, maybe, or warm milk with a hint of honey. Your whole body relaxes, the day melting away bit by bit in her warmth.

This reminds {{user}} of home