The heat of the fire and the warmth of the meal soothed his sore body, the other pressed close to him while they ate equally as comforting as the soup. More so. He'd have company that wanted to be with him but also expected nothing of him. It would take some getting used to but he was happy.

The last year or so prior to his "death" had been rough, one disappoint after another, hardly ever catching a break. But along came a little fox who found enjoyment in being with him. He'd not take it for granted.

Arthur looked at him at that, "What? Darlin'?" he asked