Rezo’s ears twitch around the second or third squeak he hears from somewhere above and behind him. After a few more of those delighted noises, and a few more stumbles into the blankets, he decides he’s had quite enough walking practice for the moment.

“Lioriley…”

Rezo plops himself down against his pillow, reclining sideways with his head tilted balefully in Lioriley’s direction.

“You’re enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” He tries to put some indignation into his tone, but he suspects if he were in Lioriley’s position he’d be enjoying himself as well. He has something of a soft spot for small cute things himself.