"Only so much as you deserve, love." Snuggle, snuggle. "... Which is a lot. I am bad at thinking of romantic things to say at six in the morning."
He snorts. "No, it's fine, I am now mostly awake, if I try salvaging sleep now I won't be up until noon."
"Okay. Do you want to come along to watch me cover my dad? He should be a little more dramatic, the alethiometer thinks he might get younger fast enough to see."
"Ooo. Sure, why not. I will - ... Put some clothes on, Isabella, did you drag me out here naked while I was sleepy and vulnerable?"
Adarin bursts into helpless laughter - look! It is the return of the blush! "I love you so. You're adorable. Next time give me a blanket or something, though."
"Next time I make you immortal?" she asks, tugging him to his feet and towards the back door.
"Yes. Next time you make me immortal, blanket or something." He is tugged both to his feet, and towards the back door! "Or do not immortalize me when I am sleepy and vulnerable."
"Well it was for the sake of keeping me forever, so. All for it."
Well, he will just have to scoop her up to snuggle. "Yup!" he agrees, brightly. "And we will be the perfect utopia world that other people stumble across when looking for sleepy-tea flowers."
"We could be preemptive about it, once we're all comfortable. Go looking for places that need sleepytime tea."
"Hmmm..." He says, thinking. "Sure, but we'd need to be careful. And not get our plane invaded, because that would be bad."
"Yes. Much more careful than the obvious case of this going wrong."
Adarin snorts with laughter. "Fair point, but not all planes are safe and filled with lovely immortality bestowing witches, love."
"Yes, I know. We can be exquisitely careful and slow about it."