[Tch. Mordred crying out like a dog attempting to grab the attention away from its companion. Honestly... they're both idiots. Gray is an opposing faction, Mordred should want her dead for what she said about King Arthur, and yet...
Rin's arms slip back behind them. Her hands rest on the outer shoulder of each of them, and with a shove she brings the two girls in. The intent is to squish them together in front of her, over her lap, so that Rin can rest her forehead on the back of their heads. They'll even feel the slope of her before the protrusion of her horns' base is felt. Truly she just wishes to hide her face.]
Very well. I will consider your wishes.
[Is this pain? The way that her heart feels like it might burst. Does it hurt? Is it normal to feel this way when someone insists on supporting you?
It doesn't matter. Her grip on the two tightens, but not terrifyingly so.]
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Rin's arms slip back behind them. Her hands rest on the outer shoulder of each of them, and with a shove she brings the two girls in. The intent is to squish them together in front of her, over her lap, so that Rin can rest her forehead on the back of their heads. They'll even feel the slope of her before the protrusion of her horns' base is felt. Truly she just wishes to hide her face.]
Very well. I will consider your wishes.
[Is this pain? The way that her heart feels like it might burst. Does it hurt? Is it normal to feel this way when someone insists on supporting you?
It doesn't matter. Her grip on the two tightens, but not terrifyingly so.]