Modomnoc thrums his wings, but it doesn't feel like a comfort. It feels anxious, like he's not so sure this is a good idea, like it might be better to stop before it gets weird (or, well, weirder). Because it is weird; part of her can't believe he's into this, or that his reaction is so… uncomplicated. Comparatively speaking. Or maybe she just can't believe it's possible for her to make him so frigging happy with so little personal effort (presuming you don't count second-guessing and internalized fretting towards the collective effort made). Like it shouldn't be this easy, so what's the catch?

She looks from Fausta to Spike and back, takes in their twin, trusting expressions, and decides she doesn't care what the catch is. From atop her head, Modomnoc lets out a little sigh.

"Okay." Sunshine presses a kiss to Spike's forehead, then pats the ground between them, inviting Fausta to curl up within easier reach. It's… cozy, in this somewhat ridiculous little hamster pile, and she can gently pet Fausta with one hand while simultaneously combing her fingers through Spike's hair with the other. He sags against her with a sigh not that dissimilar to her bee's. Weird, but not bad-weird. Better than last time.

And she forgets, for a while, to be afraid of the woods.