This is nice. Just like this. Kyra's always fit nicely against her, but its rarely ever been like this. Curled up. No urgent fumbling of hands, lips. (Not that that.. isn't also very nice. But this is better right now. Safer. Maybe something.. they should do more.)

Sunny comes without hesitation. Marina presses her lips against Kyra's hair and then shifts enough that she can lean over, fighting against instincts to shoo the monster off, and gingerly picks Sunny up, begrudgingly placing him in Kyra's lap and leading her hand to rest in his fur. They could share the attention for now.

"Today was a lot," she concedes. All the training had been worth it, though. A boss. Fighting each other. It could have gone so much worse. She touches Kyra's hair lightly with her hand, brushing her fingers through it. "I'm glad you decided to come be fuzzy with me."