<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99">Ayla let out a squeak when he scooped her up, sprawling out beside him for a moment as he asked if it worked for her. She smirked and rolled over so she was sprawled out on top of his chest instead, resting her head on his shoulder. </span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a6ff4d">“Better.”</span><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ccff99"> she teased, before a blush started to creep into her cheeks. Almost annoyed she started to reach out for her brother, stopping suddenly, her brush deepening as she realized he was asleep.</span>