Eve smiled and hopped onto a park bench, seating herself on it and moving over, giving Tristan enough room to sit. The bleeder gave a small whine of protest, slipping off her back and sitting between her legs, pressing itself against the warm fur of her tender stomach, falling asleep again. The slynx smiled softly, shifting one paw and resting it in front of him so he was slightly covered and protected from the slight wind chill.