Following multiple attempts from the dragon of the clouds to get Inkaro and Lizu to pay attention to what she was trying to exposit onto them, in a seemingly fruitless attempt to sway them. Myu had spent so long trying in such an endeavour that the orange hue of the lazy sky above had returned before Myu made even the smallest smidgen of headway in her task. Nuenala and Enetha had returned to their respective places of present residence, having grown tired of the cloud dragon's ramblings or simply having grown too tired to risk hanging about. The absence of extra prying eyes should've been the prime opportunity for Myu to triple her efforts; however, given her prior attempts at doing so hadn't gone any way that could be considered well, Myu decided waiting until a later date to retry her adventure pitch was the best option for her mental state.

  Before long, all but the two deniers to commonsense were soundly asleep, leaving them to twiddle away at bringing Lizu's earing design into fruition.

  Having reigned supreme in the conquest for the sofa, Myu boldly purred, as she slept so soundly, some might've considered if she'd passed on, given her unnatural sleeping posture. Such a foolish thought would be swiftly disproven by the simple action of the sleeping Paruneha continuously moving their knee over the cloud's dragon's stomach, making said dragon frown. But the antics from the unknown didn't go unpunished, by in the way of having Myu's clenched fist pressed weakly against Paruneha's squished cheek.

  Lightly sighing, from the comfort of the bed that Lizu insisted they must share, to the point it seemed like a law rather than a suggestion, Inkaro rested his back against Lizu's tail that Lizu had intentionally positioned behind him, only so she could hoard all the comfy pillows for herself.

  "She almost had me at that mention of knowing where the Titans were sealed," Inkaro remarked exhaustedly, in a mental sense, before going quiet in thought as something recollected in his head.

  Lizu nodded as her sign of agreement to the guy's sentiment on the subject. She even yawned as she finally let her guard down, allowing all her reserves of sleepiness to finally cascade and flood every single inch of her body. Coming about entirely by her double-pronged exhaustion, Lizu deeply yawned. She followed up that coma-awakening-worthy yawn by stretching all five of her limbs until they rippled like jello before taking the opportunity afforded to her by the guy's self-imposed distracted state to snuggle up all close next to his side.

  Even with Lizu pressing up against him, acting as a somewhat decent distraction, for a short moment, the concept of Myu's words brought the dragon's initial comment on him back to the forefront of his mind. Although appreciating Myu not outright saying it out loud, having the cloud dragon allude to it still stung.

  As Lizu remained focused on getting into the perfect spot to relax, destroy the creases in her onesie, and finally resume working on the crescent moon of the earring set, Inkaro lowered his gaze to his empty palm. It took a second, but eventually, colourless and floating grimoire syntax slowly began to congregate around his raised hand. As he left himself in silence, only a single thought managed to break through: "When... we have a daughter, do you think she'll take after me?"

  That question hit Lizu like an ice cube being dropped down the back of her collar, managing to make the dragolyte fumble her grasp on the things in her grasp from her sudden bout of butterfingerness. But despite her efforts, the in-progress crescent moon earring and her curio etching chisel(an oak handled chisel with a cyan gem/metal hybrid blade which was covered in Inkaro-fonted runes) went flopping against her chest as she ultimately dropped them. Momentarily knocked off her game, only momentarily though, Lizu mustered her best smug face before commenting back at Inkaro by stating, "I like that use of when, and of course she will. That is how kids work after all, silly~"

  Not immediately responding, too lost in the happening occurring before him, Inkaro looked upon a collection of small SSS: AW rings bumbling about in his palm, aimless in direction and only changing such a fact whenever they collided into one another.

  "For better or worse?"

  Lizu felt the wagging tip of her tail still, like it had been frozen solid.

  It was enough of a shock to her senses that it wrangled enough strength within herself to glance up at Inkaro in the face, only to notice the imperceptible difference in his expression, one which lacked the tiny twinkle in his eyes. It was the kind of dazzle that appeared whenever he was interacting with magic, one which never faded until he'd brought his goal to fruition. So for it to be gone while he was in the middle of making something, and working on it with her, told Lizu all she needed to know. But instead of giving him sappy words of encouragement, Lizu repositioned herself on the bed until she was in front of Inkaro before she rested the side of her head against Inkaro's chest.

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  "...Inkaro..."

  Gentle and comforting was her singular word that ruminated in the air and rippled through Inkaro.

  The soft tone behind Lizu's call to him seemed to stir something in Inkaro, despite knowing it wasn't the thing he'd liked, not that it was a bad feeling or anything. So, with no reason to keep the SSS: AW rings any longer, but not wanting to mercilessly crush them, Inkaro lightly pushed his palm against the lowest parts of the rings, ushering the shaped mana to slowly flutter upwards and far out of his physical reach, or at least out of view, should he not look directly at them.

  "You're right, worrying over such things, after all this time, isn't worth it anymore. Besides that, feeling down will mess with me finalising a less cognitively taxing version of Air Writing and giving the means for people in my predicament, the means to experience magic like anyone else."

  Without even as much as a sigh to consolidate his statement, Inkaro resumed tinkering with the sun earing. Although she'd hoped for a more physical reaction, Lizu was still mostly satisfied by Inkaro's recovery, mainly because his twinkle for magic had been restored, meaning she'd done a good job. Pressing her head a little more affirmatively into the guy's chest, to the point it got a weak but forced expulsion of air out of the guy, Lizu softly remarked something that was almost an imperceptible whisper: "Exactly, our baby will be bragging about how their pops is the coolest guy in the world for helping so many people."

  lightly knocking the side of her head in a feigned headbutt against the guy's chest, Lizu causiously allowed herself to remove her head from Inkarobefore looking him right in his calculating eyes, on how he should go about finishing his half of the curio pair, and smiled: one that managed to both come across as awkward and cheeky all in the same vein.

  "That... or they'll think you're cool for having made your own magic from scratch," Lizu added calmly, with a weak utterance to her tone, as she loosely traced her finger against Inkaro's chest. But as she traced those circles lovingly around where the guy's heartbeat lied a thought occurred to her, much like how it had for Inkaro when thinking back on Myu's words.

  "Say... why'd you say daughter and not child or kid? Do you know something I don't?" Lizu asked seemingly on instinct, catching herself off guard; that question basically knocked all sentimentality out of the situation, for one simple reason, because it was that absurd, even for the two of them. Well, that was how Lizu saw the question; Inkaro took it at face value, naturally, as he found it wholly understandable and logical for Lizu to ask.

  "Oh, I believe I read somewhere that the percentage chance for what a child's race will be is skewed towards the mother's while their base attributes take after the father," Inkaro explained, sporting not a hint of the self-conscious doubt he'd expressed moments prior.

  Lizu blinked a few times, holding off on responding straight away, other than noting that this factoid probably was one of the sources behind his 'for worse' comment, as she anticipated Inkaro to circle back and tie it into properly addressing her question.

  Which, expectedly, never happened, leading Lizu to faintly pout at Inkaro before flicking a tuff of the guy's unkempt hair, before half-cheekily, half-obnoxiously asking a simple question: "What's that gotta do with our future child's gender?"

  "Father was mixing up how a member of the demon race that has a child with a non-demon race will always take on the gender of the mother and the race of the father. Like a dummy," Morilore stated flatly as she hovered above the duo, slowly floating about the air space like she were in outer space, while flailing her arms about in a frantic attempt to snag as many of the scattered SSS: AW rings as she could before they'd ultimately disipate. "But what he said was still true, though... so he's only half a dummy."

  Lizu lightly chuckled at the mana-made girl's blunt words and her unreserved use of referring to Inkaro as a dummy, which Lizu knew Morilore no doubt picked up from the dragolyte herself. It got her feeling a similar sensation to someone hearing their child speak their first words, and it brought Lizu an immense amount of satisfaction.

  "So... we'll consider that adventure once we're done making that request for Loli-lanye, am I right?" Lizu asked playfully as she lightly palmed her open hands against Inkaro.

  "Naturally," Inkaro retorted, followed by the dazzle behind his eyes faded away as he put one last notch in the sun earing curio, "Also, is this correct?"

  As he showed the sun-earing curio to Lizu, momentarily enamouring her with gleeful delight from how accurately Inkaro had made it to her designs. Lizu almost wanted to test out the earrings on the spot, for selfish, self-satisfying reasons. But then she silently gasped when it was only just registering in her head that she'd overlooked something rather obvious, in retrospect, probably; she'd been left in the dust, in terms of her earing making progress: "Wh-aaat?"

  In a frenzy that would make a wild and desperate animal look domesticated by comparison, Lizu frantically dived across the bed, grabbing the crescent moon earring and her tool mid-flight before wildly continuing to work on them, even as she careened off the bed and face planted against the floor with the loudest thud ever.