She did, and that makes me (and Gnash) very happy ❤️

One advantage of a long dragonborn snout is that my boy can just chomp the whole thing in one big bite

His eyes shine with interest (and hunger, perhaps) as he looks up at her, form resplendent in the dancing firelight. His smirk is composed, but his tail twitches in anticipation, thumping gently onto the soft fur rug.

"Very," is his succinct reply.

He lays the side of his snout atop her head and nuzzles in as her hands work over his scaly chest, purring and purring away as he wraps his arms around her. The embrace is brief, as soon she's dragging him fireside and putting him on his rear, to which he submits fully.

Gnash's performer profession sees him interacting with people of all sorts, so people are people to him, basically. Everyone has a story to tell and I'm sure he'd be interested in Nil's.

It really helped, you know, having somebody (albeit fictional) to navigate my grief with, and the themes of grief and loss that crop up in the MSQ from time to time end up hitting that much harder because of it. In a good way, if that makes any sense.

To anyone going through it: You aren't alone.