"Then I won't ruin it with whining." A slightly tighter squeeze punctuates her words. The desire for a proper hug, a proper cuddle even--it's hardly new. It's just strikingly intense. He does the right things, even when she's not sure he means to.

She doesn't want to go off and fuss with a weird sphere, it sounds boring and tedious and not her area of expertise. She wants him to be a person proper and maybe let her flop against him to nap until they land and maybe kiss him when he does the right things. But--she squeezes him close and then lets go.

"Sadly we still have things to do."