[ Unfortunately, Persian isn't willing to be his wall for the night and he'll have to accept something more intimate. Both of them will. Which she doesn't seem to mind, although she seems to go through the occasional shift in shade of her normal pale skin and a blink-and-you'll-miss-it hint of red. She peers back at him before gently running a hand over Persian and whispering something to her (that she's happy to have her here, of course).

She turns the cover to start, mostly because she imagines he's waiting for her to make a move and follow her. He seems comfortable in his pajamas, but she can tell there's something tense building up inside him that he has to wrestle with. It's just so very Nanu. But Persian's settled and he's stubborn and if anything is going to be on her side, it's going to be him not wanting to discuss taking it back or discomfort. ]

Well, if that's how you feel. We can always trade off if you change your mind. [ Almost like approaching a scared Deerling, she has to be cautious and slow about this. Anabel presses a hand to the mattress and lifts herself up and beneath the comforter and shimmies beneath it and doesn't quite lay her head to the pillow just yet. ] I hope it's not too soft? I like an inbetween mattress, but I'm sure it's much softer than what you've been laying on.

[ Anabel gently nudges at Persian's side with her knee. ]