Lootboxes and love

The dungeon Goldenfleece had found for them was supposedly extremely highly regarded for it's loot boxes, but PigeonSpring wasn't exactly eager to enter any place that gave itself the name dungeon. It didn't exactly scream "safe and fun place to have a good time". It gave off vibes closer to "set foot in here and you will regret it forever", in fact. Still, she had the best wife in the universe with her, so she knew she would be safe. It was hard to remember that as she drew ever closer to the dungeon door, but she stayed strong. Even when freakishly cool air that smelled unnaturally of rot wafted out and ruffled her fur. Even when her torch blew out randomly. She absolutely did not yelp and cling to Goldenfleece when that happened. Absolutely not. She was a professional.

There were lootboxes ahead, if the smell of spices in the air was anything to go by. There was a scent of cinnamon, maybe even cayenne. There was a seedy scent too, which could mean seeds or some of the fantastic loot box bread. If she ever needed to search for a reason to live beyond her incredible, powerful, and beautiful wife, that bread would be enough. There was still a scent of rot in the air, though, and the temperature suggested an unfortunate amount of spirits nearby. An unfortunate amount of spirits was, of course, any number more than zero, but nonetheless.

PigeonSpring had made the mistake of relaxing when they reached the final door in the dungeon. She hadn't done much fighting beyond a little salt flinging, and Goldenfleece had shielded her from any harm. She had entered the room first, so excited by the loot boxes that she forgot her fear for a moment. Unfortunately, that moment was one where a swarm of spirits attacked her. Her salt flings took down most of them, but the largest spirit got a deep slash into her arm with its weird, ghostly claws. The pain only lasted for a moment, until Goldenfleece shredded the spirit and bounded to her side to heal her, but it was significant while it lasted.

Goldenfleece began sniffing her up and down, nudging her from side to side, inspecting her for any other wounds. Her fluff was comforting, but PigeonSpring's curiosity about the loot boxes came back well before she Goldenfleece was satisfied.

"Goldenfleece!" she laughed, "I'm fine seriously, it was just a cut! An extremely terrifying cut, but still! I'm not even bleeding anymore. Let's go check out those boxes now."

"Hmmmm... No. No, I don't think so." Goldenfleece had backed away from her sniffing, but clearly wasn't satisfied. "I think we should sit down, actually."

"Goldenfleece, I'm fine, seriously! Hyperventilating a little, but there's at least a dozen ingredient boxes in here! What are you-"

She was cut off completely as her wife wordlessly wrapped her arms around her in an embrace, pulling her down onto the ground in a hug. PigeonSpring struggled for a moment, but soon gave in to the warm comfort and settled down.

"We are not falling asleep here. We can't. Goldie, please, come on." Despite her protests, PigeonSpring was yawning too, not having slept well due to anxiety. The nap, while it lasted, was well enough, even if she woke up covered in goosebumps.