Some nights, Hordak will linger by a starlit window. Others, Entrapta tinkers and tarries. They are both met with the same song.
"You must rest," Imp admonishes in Hordak's voice. "Quit working so hard!" he entreats with Entrapta's. He is persistent. It always works. Impatiently, he flies beside the straggler, pushing and pulling them through the labyrinth to the castle bedroom.
Entrapta finds the arms of her beloved drawing her deep into a warm embrace. Hordak sinks blissfully beneath weighted blankets and twining locks. Imp follows, the smallest spoon in their set, appeased at last.
His purr is their lullaby.