"A giant mess," she agrees and wriggles a little, moving her head in the process until she has nestled herself even more comfortably against Lightning's side. Oh, but she is tired. Maybe not even so much physically exhausted, it's not like she was out there in the heat of battle, but drained after the emotional upheavals of the day.

She reaches down, offering her fingers for the armadillo to sniff at, though it doesn't seem to like the lingering sharp smell of hand sanitizer that is still clinging to them.

"I didn't mean the blade, though," she says, a little amused. "I meant your little friend."