Night Sky should not have found as much joy as she did in having Red Son yelp when she grabbed him. But she was practically giddy with delight that he did so.

"Unless you don't want this kind of thank you, of course." She assumed his reaction would not have been so calm otherwise though. She leaned down to kiss his forehead, fingertips loosening around his wrists so slowly forming vines could coil around them instead - fitting like bracelets for now, and not yet connecting, on the chance he truly did not wish for this to continue. She sat, straddling his hips.