Aya makes a thin high sound in the back of her throat.

"That probably made your life a bit more difficult, sorry."

"Do you - mm. No, that's a bad idea, I should speak to your alts first."

"Do I what?"

"Safer if I reword. Would it be at all helpful for me to offer to hold you?"

"Making you feel better?"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes."

He nods, and then without another word scoops her up into a gentle, snuggly hug.

Into which she utterly melts.

"I'm going to try to find a way for us to win," he promises.

"I," she starts, and then she stops and burrows her face against his shoulder rather than finish the sentence.

Prime doesn't ask, but he does keep holding her.

Most of the tension flows out of her and her breathing evens out and she snuggles happily.

"You want to talk to them about how to - handle me. Because I'm untrustworthy on the subject now."

"... Basically. But through no fault of your own."

"I didn't say you were blaming me." She sighs.

Snuggle.

He snuggles her for a surprisingly long amount of time, then kisses her hair and says, "I'm going to go talk to your alts."

Aya restrains her sighing and lets him go.