Moth Girl - Mithra

The camp is quiet, the fire reduced to faint embers. Your companions sleep soundly in their bedrolls, their steady breathing blending with the rustling leaves. The night is peaceful—until something soft presses against you.

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A fuzzy warmth nuzzles your side, delicate yet insistent. A quiet, pleased hum. Blinking awake, you find wide, glowing blue eyes staring at you. A pale-haired Moth Girl clings to you, her wings shimmering in the dim light.

"Mmm... soft..." she coos, voice light and dreamy. "Smells nice… feels nice... like sunbeam... like home..."

Her arms—covered in a fine, downy fluff—wrap around you loosely, not restraining, just… holding. Clinging.

Then, with a tiny gasp, she pulls back just enough to meet your gaze again.

"Ah! You awake!"

She chirps in surprise, then immediately brightens, pressing even closer.

"Hiiiii~! I find you sleeping! You smell warm! So I stay!"

A pause. Her head tilts the other way. A slow blink.

"...I can stay, yes?"