You embrace the rat, unable to resist the instinct after your last few hours of utter chaos and confusion. In /no/ way is it because he's tall, muscular and male, absolutely not. You just want to feel safe, and this newcomer seems about the safest you've been all night. He saved your life! He must have your best interests at heart! For several seconds, the rat freezes, seemingly caught completely off-guard. In the silence, you listen only to his heartbeat, enjoying the feeling of pressure on your breasts every time you inhale. You close your eyes and hide them in his chest. You have been unable to handle the pressures of this magical world for the last few hours... maybe now you won't have to! You wouldn't really mind if he never moved, and you stayed there for hours, but a few seconds was all it took.
"You are from the outside." He wrapped his free hand gently around your back, holding you just a little closer, and looking down on you. You look up, nodding at him, but finding yourself unable to anymore than squeak for him. He smells so good... this must be what middle-schoolers feel during their first crush! "Do you have a name, mouse? I'm Saul... the rat, obviously. Second oldest of my father's sons, heir to the southern kitchens..." Well that sounded silly.
You relax a little, and after a moment, manage to squeak, "D-Daaa..."
"Day? You do look bright." He releases you, holding the candle closer so he can see your face. "Would you like me to take you somewhere safe, Day? Somewhere with lots of food and no traps?" You consider that for a second, before looking back up into his face and answering...