Her arms came up before she knew they were being arms. She clutched him tighter. Stared at him. Her head was fuzzy-warm-dark-wool, and it smelled like warm wine and Tobi which was a nice smell and also like a cow which was less nice. Deciding she wanted more of the nice, she gently dragged the human higher up her frame, which was not hard, as he was little, and curled her back to lean closer, pressing her nose into his tiny brown cloud of curls and flaring her nostrils.
Good smell. Ye-ye.
The ifrit breathed deeply for a few moments, humming without realizing. The room was dark now, though she could see just fine, everything red-washed shadows. With one claw she brushed the spit-covered curl out of the human's mouth, tracing over his cheek before carefully setting her palm against it. He mumbled and sighed, curling into her, then stilled.
Her friend. Her small friend. If she had had one of those before, she couldn't remember. Remember was hard. Smell was easy. Tobi smelled good. Her small friend.
Is very small. And warms. And goods. Lots goods.
Good. The big kind of good. The kind of good that made people's faces do smiles and made her smile when she didn't know why. That was outside him and in him and bigger than he was because he was very small but had lots of good. Warm and big and good. Like the sun. Sun on her face. On her back. Wind in her hair. Open sky, hot sun, Tobi. Those were good things. He was a good thing. Yes.
Her golden eyes dropped down to the drink-hushed, slumbering human again, and she lifted a hand to pat his head. Careful. Careful. Like birdies. Little birdies in little nest. Because he was very small. Small. She broke small things. She broke lots of things. It was fun and she was good at it. But Tobi was small and not for breaking.
No-no-no, she thought, growling at the thought. She would break and tear and stomp anything that hurt her very small Tobi, whether it made him sad or not. Sad was bad, but cold and not moving and broken and bled was worse. Tobi was good. If Tobi was still Tobi then that was good. Yes.
No Tobi, bad. Tobi, good.