...Yeah. I get what you're saying.

[His expression sobers, and the plushies all fall to the wayside as he sits up properly and clambers into the bed.]

Don't think any of us particularly enjoy that bit...I still haven't figured out where I end and the manticore begins. Dunno if I even wanna find out.

[A wing extends as an offer for it to curl around Reira as a silent apology for throwing aside the majority of the plushies just moments ago.]

We'll figure out something for ya, right?