[ —oh.

Somehow he feels like she's toying with him. Which is kind of rude, tbh, considering everything she just put him through. "Teasing"?! Although it doesn't keep the small, mollified blush from his face when she moves to kiss his cheek, however.

(The left one, too. He wasn't expecting that. Most people think there's something wrong or scary with it?) ]

That isn't necessary... [ Is that a weak sort of grumble as he sits up? Maybe, mostly because he's not quite sure how to take that. Appreciate him?? That's a little uncomfortable under the prior circumstances. ]

I don't mean to be rude, but... who are you exactly? [ Temple priestess? He still hasn't entirely ruled it out.

Whose dress is also returning, somehow? Was it like his Crown Clown? As he notes the odd return of a shoulder strap as she lets his cloak start to drop—which makes his gaze firmly resettle on her face. ]

You seemed familiar with what was happening in there.