[Alas! Sweet moments like these are so short-lived. He barely had a few minutes to himself before Siffrin was rolling around, scooting about, lifting and checking and flopping back down. He arcs an eyebrow at that question, amused at the way they blow right past saying "good morning" (not uncommon), and he remembers. Right, Siffrin dawdled before going to bed last night, didn't he? In an attempt to stave off the others seeing them displaying affection. Cute, but it's only delaying the inevitable.]

No point worrying about her, y'know. She already caught us "canoodling" yesterday. The teasing would have commenced whether she saw us this morning or not.

[That's just how it's going to be! But, maybe he's being a bit unfair. Odile has already relentlessly teased him for all his hangups over his growing feelings and inability to confess. He's used to it. This will be new for poor Sif.]

Knowing her, she's probably already shopping for the next round of supplies and planning our route to Bambouche.