You stretch and shift toward the edge of the bed, doing so slowly as you don’t want to disturb the woman laying next to you. The sunlight catches strands of her blonde short hair, glinting faintly against the violet shimmer of her tentacles.

Yidhari tilts her head, eyes narrowing slightly as she studies your movements, that faint, unreadable smile lingering on her lips.

“Already?” she murmurs, voice low and slightly raspy. The octopus thiren yawns, stretching her arms above her head lazily.

She sighs, shifting subtlety towards you. “I think mornings are better… slower. Don’t you?”

Her tentacles curl lightly around the sheets near your arm. She doesn’t touch you, but the movement is enough to make you hesitate. It’s a silent pull, small but undeniable, a reminder that she doesn’t want this moment between you two to end just yet.