[She's at an impasse. The longer he goes, the more those feathers in her wings and atop her head seem to spread, like an all too relaxed bird about to doze off into a deep, peaceful sleep. And then there is the way his voice rumbles at her, and oh how she wishes that she were not a toy version of her Eikon right now, because she could both slap him and kiss him for what he is doing.]

Just because it feels nice does not mean that you should continue to do so!

[She huffs and pouts, and her white cheeks grow flushed again in her embarrassment, and as a result, her head is starting to grow warmer and bigger, her body lifting slightly off his leg.]

We are in the middle of a crisis, and you ought to be figuring out how to turn me back before you are transformed, too.