[Irhya sits up, setting a hand on his shoulder with an acknowledging sound; suddenly, she's glad she asked. At least she knows there's something resembling interest, but if the pain still persists, she ought not to force it.]

All right. That would be the last thing I'd want.

[Her gaze settles on the floor for a while, her tail twitching a little like an embarrassed cat's.]

Can we stay like this, though? Or do you want me to give you a little space for now?