"I'm not sure. What's the particular relevance of it being attached to the inside of your head...?"
"It being attached to the inside of my head means that it feels somewhat - personal, when it's brought up. If it weren't, if it were just a number that I was helping to maintain for the sake of you and the other Bells, it's not quite so personal. I and my alts wouldn't feel put on the spot for our head contents."
"I still don't get it. If Bells did numbers and were inclined to disclose them about our Adarins we wouldn't mind a bit if you compared them."
They've gotten a lot done today, so they're entirely free to keep this up for a while. Kisses, kisses, kisses.
Edarial is politely not up for any sort of marriage consummation, but Iobel can have as many kisses as she likes.
But if he doesn't kick her out of his room she might fall asleep between kisses.
So that's how they end up falling asleep snuggled together, curled up on his bed.
And there is Edarial, currently branching out from 'monarch' to a side-job in 'pillow.' A very snuggly pillow.
And, eventually, the pillow stirs and blinks blearily at her, confused about his new side-job.
"G'morning," mumbles a very drowsy Edarial. He doesn't pull away, but he does still seem vaguely confused.
"Fi'ured," he murmurs, and nuzzles her affectionately, apparently fine with cuddles now that this confusion has been cleared up.