—he giggles. And leans down and kisses the top of her head.

She blinks, surprised.

Then she gives him an affectionate little nose, and promptly hides her face in his shoulder.

...aw. He pets her gently. "Sorry, should I not have?"

Aw. No, she doesn't feel that he shouldn't have. She's just embarrassed.

She leans up and boops his nose again. A little shyly, she shakes her head. Then, back to hiding.

"Oh good."

Then he can just continue petting her while she hides.

Hiiiiide hide hide hide.

... Okay it's getting annoying to breathe like this, she'll just. Tentatively stop hiding. And go back to snuggling. A little shyly.

Snuggle snuggle. Soft fox.

Soft fox!

... Shy, soft fox!

She has some things to think about, doesn't she. Snuggling is good for while she's thinking.

She is so good and small and soft. And cute. And shy. And pettable and cozy.

She is!

... And she maybe has a crush on him. Or. Well. Probably. She probably has a crush on him. Whoops. That was fast.

A lot of it could be that she has had kind of a terrible time as a fox. Then he scooped her up and invited her to his tower, where he took care of her and treated her well and made sure she was safe and well fed and happy. Those things have turned out to be pretty damn important to have, and he's just. Casually given them to her. This accounts for some of her general warm fuzzies towards him, but not all of it. He's smart and funny and sweet and cute and explains magic so well and, uh, admittedly is nice to look at. She thinks that she'd have liked him even without the whole fox business. Well, once he stopped lying to her by omission about who he was, anyway.

Musing over what-ifs won't get her very much, though. She tries to be a bit more practical. Unfortunately for her, she's a fox. This makes romantic entanglements a little bit trickier. Putting aside the obvious issues inherent in one member of a romantic duo being a fox, she is not a magic talking fox. Even with the letters, her ability to communicate is handicapped, and it's kind of easy to get along with an adorable soft cuddly fox. She'd probably like him a lot less if it turned out they had zero conversational chemistry. She doesn't think that'll happen—he was too delighted to hear her idea about the rituals, and her general way of doing things—but it's possible. It's annoying, that she doesn't have confirmation that they will be able to get along when she's human, but, well. She has now, and now's pretty great.

Paradoxically, it's also a bit fortunate that she's a fox. Since doing anything about... anything.... would be logistically difficult, there's no real rush on figuring things out. She can take her time and sort out her feelings.

In the meantime, she's got snuggles.

She has so many snuggles.

She does!

... She would like another book though. She would like to not just be trapped in her own thoughts forever, therefore: book. Book nose?

He summons her a book and cuddles her some more.

This outcome shocks her to her very core.

Oh wait, no it doesn't.

She cuddles him back and reads her book happily.

This one is a very engaging and charmingly written history book about long-dead nations! There are probably some inaccuracies but it's really fun.

Ooo! Usually history books are much less charmingly written. Insidious little book; it'll persuade her to go look up corroborating evidence to fact check some of the more notable parts in it. Not that she minds.

Though it'll be kind of tricky to look up corroborating evidence while she's a fox. She'll uh. Probably bother Isfain about that. After she's done with this book. Which will probably take a while.

It starts to get kind of late as she continues reading; Isfain pets her and reads select bits from several different books about magic.

What is time? There is only history book.

Isfain yawns and puts his latest book away and cuddles the soft fox and says, "I'm going to bed, goodnight."

Hm?

Oh. Right. Sleep. Is it late enough for that? ... Uh, judging by her own level of tiredness, yes. Yes it is. Uh. Oops.

She affectionately noses him and yips her little 'Good night' facsimile, then looks critically at her book. ... How the heck is she going to bookmark this.

Perhaps with this length of ribbon that Isfain just conjured and laid over the page?

That works!

She closes the book over the ribbon, then boops his nose affectionately because damn it, he's cute.

He grins at her, and kisses the top of her head again.

She snorts, a little. Yep. He's still very cute.

This fact well and truly established, she picks up her book, hops off of him, and deposits it on a nearby table.

"Goodnight," he says again, and disappears presumably to bed.