He felt like he was a child, but then, his mother had never exactly been the tucking in type, so this was something he wasn't entirely used to dealing with at all. Staring up at Prisma, Lisandru waited for her to finish doting over him in whatever ways she wanted to, which was honestly kinda sweet, but in the same way not something he really knew how to respond to. Was she mothering him? Why? Well, she did say he was her favorite person in the world. Was this what people did when they were someone's favorite person in the whole world?
Or was it just a Prisma thing?
When she gushed about the fun and the hug, Lisandru felt some warmth on his cheeks--though maybe it was the blanket cocoon he was in--and smiled back at her. "Yeah. I enjoyed this, Prisma." Whatever this was, exactly, considering they explored the markets, got Prisma toxined, got Prisma healed, ended up raiding a poor shopkeep's stand for blankets, and then had to pay them off; frankly, calling it an adventure might have been too nice.
"Thanks."
And he meant that.
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