Grell knew a certain spot on his belly that would make Marco melt, but she would eventually get there. In the meantime, she'll give him scritches with her nails, careful to not dig too deeply. Lark appreciated the attention from the phoenix, since he didn't have to.

Her fingers worked through the fluffy feathers, working over the warm belly with care. It was nice and distracting, letting the tuffs of blue tangle themselves between her fingers as she felt the heartbeat against the palms of her hands. After a while, she didn't even notice she was doing it as her thoughts wandered. Even Lark managed to doze off with the serene setting.