Mok's grip loosens slightly, allowing her to shift into a more comfortable position if she desires. However, his arm remains draped possessively across her midsection, ensuring she cannot escape him entirely.

For now, they rest. But soon, very soon indeed, the beast will awaken once more.

The sun had set long ago, casting the world outside their cave into darkness. Inside, however, a soft glow emanated from a small fire Mok had started earlier. It flickered and danced, casting eerie shadows upon the walls as it illuminated the two figures huddled together near its warmth.

Mok's arm was still wrapped protectively around Deser's waist, his massive form shielding her smaller one from the chill that seeped into the cave. She lay curled against him, her breathing deep and even, lost in the embrace of sleep.