She gasps again when he rests their foreheads together. Yanli leans into the touch, intimate and sweet and lovely, feeling her heart swell. She doesn't trust her voice and nods instead, caressing the side of his face.

Yanli doesn't know what happened or how he came about to having the fuzzy ears and tail but he seems very much like the young man she had been promised, then not promised to. Perhaps more gentle, older, wiser. He's a year or so older than when she had seen him last.

"Are...are we happy?"