"I'm your heater and your bedding." Istredd smiles and lets him take up his own space. He never minds when Lucifer does it, even if it isn't the most comfortable, because the closer they are, the better it feels. He slides his own arm around Lucifer's middle and leans in to kiss his cheek.

Istredd agrees it's a when not an if. It is surprising they backed off for now considering the attack on Libertas, but he suspects it's just so they can make bigger plans and bide their time. It will explode again. I can see Nocwich making a play for the Feywilds given the chance. This used to be their territory. Thorne almost annihilated the Fey and they occupied this part of the land on purpose. He assumes people always want their land back.

I know they want us to play a part, just not sure how they're going to wield us. They can use us against each other, the connections we've made. They both know what the other is willing to do for them. Anything. And yet, I still like it better here. I have something that can't be replaced. This angel of his.