"Oh. That... makes sense. Uh. Is there a way I could help with that? In a way that isn't 'turn me now,' I mean, I don't. I would like some time to. Digest all of that."

He shakes his head. "Take all the time you need. Do you have any questions I could answer?"

"Mostly I don't have the ability to form coherent questions or opinions right now, it's." She winces, and looks away. "It's been a day, for me."

"I'm sorry," he tells his shoes. "Do you want me to walk you home so you can have time to think? Would you prefer I just leave you—alone?" He can't help the crack in his voice at the end.

"I'm not going to ask you to go away forever barring some really extreme circumstances that I don't expect you could pull off without, I don't know, eating my father or something," she clarifies, immediately.

"I would never."

"Then there you go, I will not send you away forever."

He nods. And resumes looking extremely miserable.

"I—you're in love with me regardless of anything I do or don't do, right, I will not fan the flames of your magical mind control by being at all affectionate towards you, you're just already at that 'I would die for you' baseline?"

"Right."

"Would it be a bad idea for any reason to cuddle you?"

"I'm cold and my body is unyielding to human-level strength and durability."

"But you won't have trouble not eating me. Okay. Do you have a fluffy blanket of some kind that I can wrap myself in so that I may comfortably cuddle you?"

"I—yes. Should I get them?"

"Yes, please."

He disappears and returns less than a second later, holding blankets.

She takes them, carefully wraps herself up in blankets, then toes off her heels and says, "Onto a couch, I'm not doing this while standing up."

He lies on a couch, his face going from confusion to utter delight over the course of this action.

The Yvette-burrito wiggles towards him, and then she majestically flops upon him. The burrito hungers. For snuggles.

He carefully, oh-so-very-very-carefully, snuggles up.

Snuggle.

"I blame my brother for this mess," she decides, sagely. "I don't believe he didn't notice that you were in magical love with me, and I don't believe he didn't notice that you didn't realize you were in magical love with me. He probably should have told you."

"...in hindsight, yes he did notice." Frown. But only very slightly, because he's snuggling Yvette.

"Yep, see, I know these things. He probably went, 'Eh, they'll figure it out, Yvette can handle herself.' He wasn't wrong, precisely, but he maybe forgot that things could be figured out better if everyone's properly informed of everything going on."

"I'm sorry for lying."

She unhappily nestles slightly further into her blanket based cocoon.

"Apology accepted," she murmurs.