"I think I'll bask in your presence like the hypothetical hybrid of a cat and a lizard basks in a sunbeam." Just to emphasize the point and definitely not for the power of cuddles (shhh) Erin leans her head against Valdis's shoulder. "...Not to just come out and say it or anything but you kinda look like a young maiden in a Victorian play that dies of fucking consumption as a hamfisted metaphor for innocence."