There is something nice about actually being able to hug normally. It leaves him melting into it both physically and his grace. He lingers in the touch, especially feeling where the fairy and angel elements come together. Your wings feel sturdier.

Amusement comes into his presence with her mistake. She wasn't wring about him being little. I feel... protective and easily agitated. I left the people inside because it bothered me more than usual.

Curious about how else she may be different, his hands move to her hair and face. What should we do?

Perhaps something they can't normally but nothing is immediately coming to mind.