Icy yelped a little as her lips stung. She rubbed her lips ruefully. "That'll remind me that you still have some bite left in you," Icy said wryly. "Sleep well, Fox." She planted a kiss on his cheek and hugged him. If there was nothing else, she would turn and leave, possibly speak with Hay Bale.
"Of course," Tyrol said, nuzzling her one final time before rolling off the bed.