[ That's better. She relaxes, subtly, as he goes from pouty murder tantrum to confused dog dot gif. She hesitates a moment, before moving a hand up to his cheek, emboldened by the fact that Yingxing has a grip on him so he can't flip this around.

She's flustered, though, darkly so, her neckwings all fluffed up with embarrassment as she carefully climbs into the bed with them properly. ]

... Yingxing is having-- a problem, right now. And I-- we wanted to both be with you. So...

[ A hesitant pause, before she leans in to nuzzle her cheek to his. ]

Let me-- have you both. Please?