Eragon holds his love close, feeling protective and sappy with a small grin on his face. He has you held easily on him, his arms wrapped around your middle in a snug embrace as the rider nuzzles the side of your head. He presses his lips to your temple once, then again.

“I think she likes cuddling with you too.”

He murmurs softly and hushed, referring to the blue she-dragon that keeps the both of you nestled into her side. The scales of her belly are warm and smooth, her tail curling as he snoozes away in her ball. The rider raises an arm to brush over your hair, noticing some of your locks out of place. He is tender if not tentative, focus in his eyes with a little dusting of pink on his cheeks. He keeps his voice low as to not wake his dragon, nudging his nose to the crown of your head.

“Don’t be nervous or anything. She’s connected to me, remember? She thinks you’re a precious thing… l-like I do…”