Seferia had closed one eye already. However, her other eye remained trained on Sephiroth. She watched his every movement as he unpacked. However, this was not because she was weary or uncertain of him. Rather, the dragon felt the desire to watch him move about with no shirt on. It was interesting, to say the least, to watch his lean muscles shift under his skin.
Once Sephiroth laid down on his mat, Seferia shuffled to her feet. Only mere moments after her mate had settled down, the black dragon shuffled over to press herself against his side. She spread open her left wing to drape it over his person before she curled up around him. Meanwhile, her tail wrapped around his nearest leg in a possessive manner. Once Seferia felt comfortable, she closed her eyes with the intentions of drifting asleep.