[She shifts a little away from the side, redistributing her weight to her back more against the armrest so that she could face him more properly after he takes a seat. She speaks quietly, both in consideration of the rest of the house and because she's tired.]
That's good.
[...a little internal sigh as the fact that he sat down finally registers. She's really going to have to ask him to leave if she wants to get any sleep tonight, isn't she. Because he doesn't look at all tired. In fact, he looks... her gaze drifts to his wings before flickering up to smile at him.
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That's good.
[...a little internal sigh as the fact that he sat down finally registers. She's really going to have to ask him to leave if she wants to get any sleep tonight, isn't she. Because he doesn't look at all tired. In fact, he looks... her gaze drifts to his wings before flickering up to smile at him.
He looks just like himself.]