Snuggle. Soft fox soft fox soft fox.

Eee.

It's kind of cute how charmed he is by her adorable fox form. Is he going to be terribly disappointed when she's human again and he doesn't have an adorable fox around for snuggles? Is she going to be terribly disappointed when she can no longer snuggle people adorably? She doesn't know. But at least she has adorable snuggles now. Snuggle snuggle.

Isfain gives no sign of being worried about these questions. He just pets the soft fox.

The soft fox is okay with this.

Eventually, though, she gets bored. She noses the book and gives a little yip.

"—what, do you want to read it again? Or just read a book in general?"

Yip-yip. That probably translates to the second option?

"Sure, all right."

He vanishes the magical theory book, and appears a book of humorous poems in its place.

He earns an affectionate nose for his trouble, and then she carefully opens the book and begins reading. It's a bit of a trial, without opposable thumbs, but she manages.

... She starts giggling soon enough. Little adorable fox giggles.

Adorable fox giggles are the best!

The adorable fox certainly thinks so!

Poetry usually isn't her kind of thing, but there's something sort of charming about reading humorous poems right now? It invites her into a place of otherworldly silliness, or something. Where all the troubles in the world are either far away or can be carefully nestled into stanzas where they won't hurt anyone. Maybe she's just so starved for reading that she'd read literally anything put in front of her. Either way, this is nice.

Isfain pets her and reads over her shoulder.

Yes, excellent.

She requests another meal eventually, and then another book, and she gets up to go get water, but they can just sort of. Comfortably snuggle. All day.

Isfain also has to get up once or twice, but yep, snuggling all day seems to be where it's at.

A little while after sunset, he makes a thoughtful 'hm' noise. "I should probably go sleep in my own actual bed at some point."

She makes an amused little snort and nods agreeably. He may have an affectionate nose, though, for his trouble.

He giggles and hugs her. "You're very charming and I like you very much," he says. "Goodnight."

She nuzzles him, and yips an approximation of 'Goodnight.'

He pets her and nuzzles her and vanishes, presumably to bed.

D'aww.

She'll go to bed eventually, but she thinks for right now she wants to explore the house. She's been cuddled in bed all day, she has a lot of energy, let's do something with it.

The house: is big! And towery! And extremely well-decorated! Which is even more impressive given the implication that Isfain personally handmade most of the decorations!

Gosh! Yes, that's actually really impressive. And she likes the fact that it's a tower more than she'd expected to, it's all... tidily tower shaped. She shall sniff everything in here, it is her Foxly Duty.

There are many sniffable things. So many. Possibly more than she can sniff in one night.

Hmm. Yes, this is true. She finishes off a room, conducts further business outside, and then heads to her fox box to sleep. She can investigate more later. For now: zzzzz...

Her fox box is cozy and comfortable, and nothing interrupts her during the night.

She wakes up warm and dry and safe and it's glorious. She takes a little while to sprawl out and think about this. While she hadn't precisely taken any of them for granted when she was a human, nothing quite introduces someone to how nice their life was like, well. Suddenly being a very fragile fox that has to scrape and hunt to survive.

Eventually she decides that even if she's not super hungry, she should eat something, so she gets to her feet and goes looking for Isfain.

Isfain can be found sprawled on a couch in one of his lovely well-decorated sitting rooms, around a corner from her guest room, reading another magical theory book.