Fhera replies as she steps towards the bed, "Right." before laying down. She closes her eyes and lays there for a minute, trying to fall to sleep. It wasn't because of all that has happened, but instead that same feeling creeping up on her. The feeling of blankness, emptiness. She opens her eyes again and looks at Selabyss laying there. She clings to the mat for a moment, thinking to herself, Why am I feeling such a strong pull coming from him? Why am I feeling like I can't stand being away from him?
Her mind is racked with thoughts for a minute before she lets go of the mat and starts crawling towards him. As she finally closes in she touches him lightly on the side, as though a way of telling him it's her before curling up next to him, pressing her back against his side ever so softly. Her voice whispers again as it has for a while now, "Sorry...Please don't be mad...but I'm more comfortable right here." she says still curled up by his side.