Mairon stiffened in the embrace. Even with Langon’s offer the thought of sleep still unnerved him, and yet he found himself slowly nodding. He badly needed rest, and judging from how little control he had over his emotions, going another day without sleep wasn’t an option. He gave a sigh, letting his grip fade entirely. “It’s been dark for a while now,” he admitted quietly.
He forced himself to relax, and sit up on his own. Then, slowly, and using the wall for support, he climbed to his feet, making his way to his room. The air inside was a little stuffy, with hints of dust as the window shutters were closed tightly, but the bed against the wall was tidy, and he collapsed onto it, curling up on the pillow. The blankets wrinkled beneath him, quickly warming up against his feverish skin.
With gentle hands Langon pulled the blankets up around Mairon, and then slipped onto the bed beside him, transforming between one moment and the next. The form that settled down beside Mairon was luxuriantly-furred, with calm grey eyes, and it nuzzled against him affectionately.
Most beings could not so easily share a bed with a snow leopard, but when both leopard and host were Maiar, the rules changed a little. Langon let out a low, reassuring purr, and leaned against Mairon, thick-furred body pressing close.