Despite the wet trails down her face you can’t help but be happy that she’s behaving more like herself, “Well miss you’re just going to have to tolerate it.” You lean down and peck her nose while she smiles and pushes into your kiss. You pull away but she follows and pecks your lips once more before nuzzling into your sternum, “Heh, I know…I love you too.” You give her withers a good rub. Her blush deepens but otherwise she remains silent with her unshakable—almost triumphant smirk.