Daia

He nestles into the sofa when the reach it. Soft, even warm. He shivers again, as water drips down the back of his neck.

He perks up a little at the mention of hot chocolate, and seems to quickly take solace in the soothing tone, the promise that he is safe. A smile brightens up his face, his fangs peeking through.

"Hot chocolate sounds great!"

If he had a tail, it would be wagging.