[Like this, it's almost as if nothing happened. He can move to lie down with Dextera, turning to be as close as possible as he tugs a blanket over the both of him. This fondness is overwhelming, glowing, and he doesn't know how to hold it back. Nothing has been said aloud at all, and right now, he doesn't mind it one bit. It's exciting, in a way.]

Tomorrow, we can take our time, and see if we feel like following the water down.

[Fuck that cave, he's decided. Leaning closer still, he gives Dextera a cute little kiss, lingering even as chaste as it is.] This isn't a bed, but it's pretty close. We can sleep comfortably.