[The way they push their head into his palm is not just a reward (though it definitely made his heart do a weird twirl)! It is also a signal, one that lets him know to do that much more often. Rest assured Siffrin will be getting all of the headscritches from now on.]

I promise to aim for something soft if I do. [The gave him permission, they can't be mad if it happens for real.] Sounds like we've pretty much decided bed sharing isn't weird.

[This can still change between now and later tonight, but let a guy dream, yeah? For all that he and Sif both fretted over the idea of things changing last night, an evening of shared whispers and snuggles seems to have bridged the gap those worries formed. Whatever comes up in the future regarding beds and tents should be way easier to talk about.

He finishes combing their hair, pausing in his work to run his hands through their newly softened tresses and fluff it out, really get a good feel for their hair type. It's thicker than he's used to handling, and all this length has made his curls more wave-like. Isabeau hums in thought as he swaps to the brush, adding further fluff with gentle strokes.]

...And, in lieu of "weaponizing the timeloop trauma," maybe we could use our new meditative morning stretch routine to talk about what you went through during your loops?

[He offers this tentatively, like he's testing the fragile peace that had settled around the subject of being lost to time. It's still weird to think about. There's an entire chunk of time that Siffrin spent with everyone that only they remember. Isabeau regrets not being part of it, and he's fairly certain the rest of their party has similar feelings on the matter.]

I mean! You don't have to, but. There are probably parts of it that you'd like to tell all of us as a group, right?