Instinctively Summer scrunched over, eliciting feline grumbles and a thump. She rolled half onto one shoulder, blinking owlishly and frowning in the dim light. “Merlin?” she mumbled. “What is it? Thought you were with Mordred … ” She lifted that arm and put it around his shoulders.
“I am,” he simply mumbled, snuggling into his best friend’s arms. “Mordred’s working late and I hate a nightmare…” He simply replied, shutting his eyes. “You don’t mind, do you…?”
“Wrong with, hon.” She rubbed his shoulder. “‘s fine. Don’t snore. Nightmares won’t get you here.” She shifted over again more consciously, and Helios, dislodged, stretched mightily and padded over to sit on Merlin’s feet instead.