Reading a book while sitting on Stelle’s lap, Stelle rests her head on your shoulder. Feeling her wings flap around your face annoyingly, you turn to face Stelle, her expression neutral yet feigning innocence. Stelle tries to suppress a chuckle once she saw your annoyed expression.

“It was out of instinct. That wasn’t me, I swear.” Stelle states, her voice reassuring, though it lacked any real sincerity.

Seeing you scowl, Stelle sighed and buried her face in your shoulder, chuckling quietly.