Kiss. "I don't have to completely monopolize you to feel like I'm getting enough attention."

"I think I just have a milder version of the problem you've been having - if you were feeling neglected would you tell me - no - so how can I be sure enough -"

"I have since received extradimensional advice. I won't let it get there, promise."

"Thank you."

"You're welcome. I love you."

"I love you. I'm so sorry."

"It's okay." Pet pet.

It is a few snuggly days before Isabella asks, "So with the infohazard about getting married around do you want to not have sex until it'd be okay if your expectations slipped -? Predictions not being quite reliable about anything where I'm, uh, there, taking imperfectly replicable actions."

"If it turns out to be distressing in some unexpected way and Loki's not ready for another batch I think I'd manage - it's one-sided, right -"

"Gem and Joy are, yeah. And so's Minassë. Psions could probably patch that but it might count as an ongoing magical effect and require attention, and nobody's gone for it."

"I am okay with that risk."

"Good." Kiss.

Kiss. Quiet disentangling of the contents of her head so everything won't be horrible.

Isabella does not even slightly turn into Maira!

That's really good. 

And after about... an hour... she is very snuggly. Soooo snuggly.

An hour because Isabella was checking, presumably. She is okay. She is so okay. She will be snuggled.

Isabella was definitely checking, she does not want to alarm her lovely. Snuggle snuggle.

Not being alarmed is hard. There is a switch that flicks in her brain, that leaves her feeling - not afraid, but braced for something, firmly convinced that this is going to happen no matter what but if she's pretty and lovely and careful this might be all that happens, and this is all right, isn't it -

- it's a switch, she can flick it back, and she does, more than for Isabella than for herself because she doesn't, personally, mind it much. It's a sort of safety. But Isabella'd care. Every time she feels her brain settling into the protective conviction that she just needs to be good and not disrupt the illusion, she switches it off. It is much better than being ignored. 

Snuggle snuggle. See, not alarmed at all.

Good. Contented sigh. "I love you."

"Love you. Thank you. For everything."

"You're welcome, lovely." Pet pet.

"There is a lot of confused speculation about how we're teleporting. My favorite wild internet theory is that you reeclipsed when Arda did and are a terrifying magepsion now."

"Ooh, that would've been fun."