Leja looked up at the sky. There were no stars this night; they were all covered by thick clouds. She shivered, and nuzzled up against the warm skin behind her.
She had always been ready to adapt after most situations. Orphanage. Temple work. Sacrifice. But never had she thought that she would adapt to this – travelling through the worlds in company with a demon.
“You’re still not sleeping?"
The voice sounded a bit muffled, like he had been half asleep himself. Still she was almost sure he had been awake.
“It’s a bit cold.”
She didn’t really want to admit it. She was fully dressed, with a big cape as blanket, while he was dressed in… pants. What she knew, that was the only thing except a belt and a bag that he wore.
There was logic in that. She couldn’t possible imagine how he could make a shirt fit, considering the two wings on his back. They really did take their amount of space – but they had been proved useful during rain.
A silence followed her words.
“I could light a fire.”
The words were hesitant, and she could hear how he struggled with uttering them. He definitely wouldn’t have any problem with lighting up a fire usually – but this was not the best place for such.
So far so good, they had not used fire since they came here a few days ago, and only moved in bright sunlight. Tomorrow they would reach the portal to another world.
“No, it’s too much a risk, but- “Now it was her turn to hesitate “May I turn around?”
“Sure, that’s not a problem.”
He held one wing up over her, trying to cover most of her body as she moved around. As she snuggled up against him – facing his collarbone this time – he lowered the wing around her. She offered a bit of the cape in return.
It was – doubtless – cosy. Weird, but cosy. 
Actually, when she thought more of it, it was not that weird. Kalchas was beyond any doubt demon. The claws, the fangs, the wings, the blue hair, the yellow eyes, the fire-out-of-nowhere thing – not to mention that he had better senses than human. And additional senses.
Despite this, despite him being demon, he was also doubtless a person. A very nice person. A person currently breathing down in her hair.
But she had not felt this safe since her parents died.