You are taken in close, and reminded of your role

Hands clasped over yours, you were kept from pulling back. Rather, you felt her larger, admittedly stronger grip squeeze your hand right as she then drew you in closer still. An arm came round, cutting off escape as you were pulled to her face. Shock ran through your system as your hood was pushed off, your whiskers brushing the Cow’s cheek.

“You mean the world to me, little Rat. Thank you.”

Annabelle’s voice was hitched as you two hugged. Rather you were kept up against her. A silent shudder ran through you as you felt Annabelle’s cheek, the warmth of her breath upon your neck. Your bare, _exposed _neck. Yet the reverence in her voice stayed you. The genuine attachment in the older woman’s voice, it struck your heart. Cords plucked like a musician’s lyre. Your own voice became hitched in your.

“I-I will take c-care of you. You are g-going to be okay.”

With those reassurances, and another squeeze that brought you closer still to the woman of your affection, Annabelle released you with some ****. Understanding your need to care for her yet not wishing the loss of companionship even for a brief moment. Granted to stand again you hastily made to fix your outfit, ears burning as Annabelle observed you. Once fitted again she sighed, settling into her pillow.

“You have such a handsome face, I wish you would...show...it..”

The older bovine settled down, leaving you near speechless and ears so red one might think you fevered.