Ghoul drowsily picks his head up once the licking stops. Now that Daryl's done, he can go back to- oh.

He blinks, recognizing the feeling of his neck being burrowed in to. That's nap stuff. Usually nap piles are a pack thing, but this is okay. Maybe this is what he came out here for to begin with- he can't remember, it feels like ages ago now. Daryl seems pretty sure of himself, though, so he's probably right. Ghoul does a bit of squirming, laying his head back down and curling in a protective half-circle around the cat, because he is bigger and it only makes sense to shield him. Cat is small, after all. Something might try to snatch him up mid-nap.