[Ah, yes, he remembers the pillows and the silk sheets... he was scared to ruin them with how messy he was last time he was here. All sorts of fucked up, bleeding everywhere... at least now, he's less of a mess. Physically.

Emotionally... well anyway ignoring the stirring, anticipatory emotions is free.]

Certainly not, and were your window not too far up, I would have flown us in through that instead. ...probably. [Stupid fucking barrier. Zahlilya paces over to the mattress and sits down on it, bouncing briefly. He forgets how soft these things are.] You are going to sit with me, yes?

[Haha

yeah just sitting. Nothing else.]