She smiles again, leaning forward and pressing her lips to the corner of Stelle’s lips, close to where she had been worrying. “You flatter me. I think it may be worth operating on the notion that we might be in some kind of… universal flux. I’m not Wolfie, I wouldn’t know specifics, but they do exist.”

She really did know more than she let on, but in regards to this specifically, she was as in the dark as Stelle was. Her hands trail down, both of them with flat palms against her hips, squeezing soft. “They got along just fine without you before this. And you seem stable enough here… I wouldn’t worry. They’re big girls. And Pom-Pom.”