"Then we should tell her that he's not going to lie to her about it."
"I suppose she'd probably believe us. Still. Good to have caught that one in advance, unless he's, like, tried to say it while they're away..."
"Mmrmgh? ... What?"
Apparently Prime's sleepiness manifests as grumpiness.
He nudges Aya, offers her the mirror, and then... flop. There he goes, out already.
"Hello. This is a - not a public service announcement, I guess, but we have been gossiping terribly about you behind your back and thought you might like to know that it is Adarin-general-consensus that if Prime ever tells you he loves you he will not be lying to make you feel better or anything."
"... Also probably let her know that he likes her more than a little."
"They also strongly suspect that he does, in fact, have feelings for you, quite a lot even, but is - it's not really funny, so I won't say 'hilariously incompetent' - decidedly incompetent at doing anything about it, or at least expects to be, so he's not even trying."
"I don't think it hurt, anyway, except for interrupting Prime's sleep."
"Okay, so that will presumably cut down on certain particularly unpleasant scenarios under certain conditions. I do still want a plan for what if another - week or two goes by and they're still doing - that."