“…Dreaming…she’s…d-dreaming.” Siglos muttered to himself. Though his ears twitched anxiously regardless, hoping no one overheard Sylvia’s sleep talking.
“…I…I-I d-didn’t k-know s-she…d-dreamt of m-me…” Siglos muttered. For some reason, that only caused his blush to intensify, the Everian trembling softly in her grip. He lingered there for a few moments, before slowly breathing out.
“I…g-guess I s-should u-use this…” Siglos muttered. Squirming slightly, he reached a hand into his bag, his hands wrapping around a small smooth stone. Runes were etched into the material, mana coating its exterior. Gripping the rock tightly, he activated the enchantment, Siglos suddenly teleporting himself upward, escaping her tail and landing on top of her lap if successful.