Riss' Quarters

Misha pauses, and then moves her hovering hand from its place over Mimi to try to cup Riss' own, a thumb tracing a slow line back and forth across her wrist if the muse allows it.

"Of course you can. Do you want me to wake Mimi up first, or is this private?" Best to leave that decision to Riss, as the nereid would be inclined to be selfish if it was left up to her. She's feeling rather needy at the moment, with all the secrecy and being left out of the loop, and would probably spite the pixie just for not telling her about the horns and such on her own.

Although, she might have if that whole cleavage thing hadn't happened, and she hadn't been so tired. Still, Misha wasn't in the mood to blame her problems on herself.