Hopelessly he slunk against her. His head fell to her shoulder truly ignoring all senses as his scales fell to touch her skin. Alas he was more then capable of slaying her even now but eased by hearth in frost he seemed to loosen. Perfectly flexible he seemed to shift so slightly his tail would coil beside her as his breathing proceeded to become quieter and steadier. That was the moment where he became uneasy, like electricity jolting within his gut. He didn't move abruptly but his claw subconsciously scrapping on the ground showed the mental battle he was presently having. Beforehand he wasn't focused anything but warming up but now that he was resting close enough to hear Delsa's heart beat more thoughts came to mind.

Everything he ate was dead near instantly so even if he sought  to harm the girl now it seemed incorrect. Obviously she wasn't edible quickly anyways due to substance running through her. In a small place in his currently anxious thoughts he would have simply accepted the moment and let it pass but he had to at least share some sense of gratitude." Thank you," he planned to say more but nothing continued put leaving his ivory edged lips to seal. His hands moving to a position in attempt to capture heat. His wrists resting against her upper chest and his claws curled over her shoulders, leaving his membrane to extend just enough to block cold licking from the mouth of the cave but keeping warmth between the two.

Without saying after he got comfortable enough he'd let himself rest with his side pressed against her hip to reduce the most specific discomfort while still keeping the cozy heat. Visible on his wings was a illusionist design of spiral coloured crisp pale purple. Their purpose really just to be pretty, sort of in the function of their camouflage. Quietly his stomach did groan but Delsa could consider not being on the menu for her act of kindness. Although there is no shame in supporting something which pitifully pleaded for the warmth of another in the crisp air. Vaguely attempting to disarm the situation's strangeness he spoke in near whisper just so she could hear.

The howl of the wind not affecting him directly his voice was smooth and varying degrees of soft depending on the note of speech." Neutral benefits could be sharing food, and you sharing this warmth when necessary." Nerves along his tail shifted as he spoke not meaning to seem threatening as he coiled it in her lap. Giving her some thought room besides that she could be killed, Reaver kept partially quiet and gave a suggestion which could balance in her favor but in his defense being lost, cold and, starting to become hungry any functional benefit he'd welcome. Now nicely he'd let her, hear that he breathed along with producing the signature hum kissed by sinister sounds.[@Song Book]