Once he made it into the small den, he quickly realized how much it was suited for a rabbit and how poorly it was suited for a person, let alone two persons. Kitalia had apparently done some work to dig out small grooves in the sides, to give them each a bit of personal space, but she didn’t want to shift too much dirt just in case, as she put it, “the whole thing crashes down and suffocates us.”
That very thought kept jolting Kre back to full wakefulness every few minutes, gasping for air. Every time he did so, it almost always resulted in Kitalia giving him a swift kick for making too much noise. Luckily, they had no where to go anytime soon, so he was permitted to sleep in and eventually he managed to get a few uninterrupted hours of peace.
When he finally did wake up after his not quite peaceful rest, he did so to the smell of fish. “What time is it?” he muttered as he shifted his body in an attempt to relieve some of the aches that he gained from being cramped up in the hole.
“Daytime,” Kitalia responded in a whisper.
“I meant,” Kre started, but gave up when he figured that the conversation was only going to end in frustration for himself.
“Here is some fish,” she offered, possibly in an attempt to reward him for making the smart move and not annoying her with his barrage of useless questions.
“Thanks,” he mumbled back, holding his hand out, not even bothering to try and find it himself in the darkness. A few slices of cold, damp stuff were placed into his palm and he tried very hard to tell himself that she most certainly cooked the fish with her magic tablets, but they were just cold from being left out too long. Trying not to think about raw fish, he slapped his hand to his mouth and chewed furiously, hoping that she hadn’t left any bones in them.
Though there was a sliver of daylight peeking in from the far end of their burrow, it wasn’t enough to help him to make out anything, save for what was right in front of his face, even with his eyes adjusted to the darkness.
After squirming his way into the small den several hours before, which resulted in more than a few unintentional touches between the two of them, he could guesstimate that the burrow was no more than a foot to a foot and a half high and maybe two to three feet wide. Even then, it was probably only that large because Kitalia had carved it out a bit more and compacted the dirt into the floor. A happy byproduct of her action was that the new floor nicely covered up the pelletized bits of rabbit poop that were likely all over the den. Kre could still smell them, but at least he wasn’t rolling around in them as far as he knew.
There were also some smaller tunnels branching out from the main den, probably individual burrows, but those were little more than a few inches in diameter. Still, Kre had managed to shove his feet into a couple and kicked out to give himself a slight bit more room for his legs.
“Hey Kit,” he whispered tentatively, almost afraid to raise up the topic.
“You need to relieve yourself,” she stated flatly. “Wait here until I call for you.”
He appreciated that she understood him, even when no words were shared, but it did make him slightly uncomfortable that she was so dialed in to his needs. Despite his inability of his eyes to pierce the darkness, he still looked around. He hadn’t heard Kitalia leave, but he could sense that there was a void in front of him now. He took that opportunity to stretch his arms and legs out as much as he could and was rewarded with bits of dirt falling onto his face.