Malleus' eyes close when he feels the warmth of Lilia's hand, and the familiar feeling of a kiss to the top of his head. It mirrors many of their interactions in his younger years, which is both nostalgic, and a little frustrating. He wonders... does Lilia still see him as a child? Malleus is far younger in fae terms, yes, but he is not a child. And his feelings for Lilia- Perhaps they are not entirely platonic.

That, however, is a box he has not opened.

An exhale; Malleus' tension drains the slightest bit, and with it the irritation and anger of their almost-argument, his almost-tantrum. The weather, it seems, will not take a turn for the worse tonight. Lilia always says just the right thing.

"Then you will continue to stay by my side." Malleus says it as though it is a given. Thinking about Lilia leaving makes his chest tight, so he simply will not. "There are far more things that I must learn in comparison to you, though."