[He didn't know; maybe he should have. It's strange when dynamics shift this way, perhaps; he's wanted Myr to see him differently for awhile, but is it bothering his Bonded to have to rely on him? Does it feel, perhaps, like a new low bar?]

Different things. Not larger.

[Time had pressed them, what was at stake had momentarily shifted, but Myr was always a priority. Naga or no, hypnotism or no, unwise hospitality or no. L owes a lot to Myr's generosity towards unsavory types far more obvious than Jin Guangyao.]

You will. You'll sleep like you haven't in weeks.

[He agrees, pulling up a chair, stepping out of his boots so he can sit in a way he's more comfortable without sullying Myr's upholstery. He uses his foot to gently nudge Crookytail away from one of the steel-toed shoes, which she has started to draw into her mouthparts.]

I can clear it, like I have before, if he's gotten to you again. This time, though... I think that I can also guard you against it. Like rubbing some soap on the surface of glass to keep it from fogging... and if there's anything damaged or that you've come to doubt, we're Bonded, and I know you well enough that it should be an easy fix.