Helios came back in and bent to lick Isaac’s foot dry, chasing beads of water up his calf. “Good boy, fluffy man,” Summer murmured, wrapping a towel around Isaac’s shoulders. “Good boy.” The werewolf was so /passive/. It frightened her; she thought he would be a little better by now but he was still turned in, still almost silently crying. “Come lay down with me,” she whispered.
He jumped and curled his toes in the floor, gazing down at the cat with a barely there smile. “Hey, Helios…” he whispered hoarsely and then turned to face Summer, snuggling down under the welcomed weight of the towel, water and tears mixing on his face. “Tired…” he repeated his earlier words and shuffled after her, just wanting to curl up and hold her close to him.
She pulled back the covers and tucked him under, curling up against him. Helios hopped up as well, kneading busily over Isaac’s foot and purring. Gently she pulled his head against her breast and ran her fingers through his curls. “Rest, chere, relax. I’m here. I won’t leave you.”