[ Normally, Wren doesn't like being touched much... but Aeryn is such a warm being that it feels wonderful in the chilly hair. So he simply shifts to allow more comfortable sleeping against him. Every so often, he looks over at the other while he rests.

When Aeryn wakes and comes to sit next to him instead, he can feel that other spot cooling fast. ]

It's okay. I actually am always cold, even in deserts I remain cooler than other people.

[ He frowns at his own words, gaze somewhat distant. ]

Magni says that isn't right for my kind. That we should be able to regulate our temperature in order to live in the depths of the ocean.

[ Even if Aeryn wasn't a heater, Wren finds he doesn't mind when the other is touching him - snuggling against him. ]