[ Jonathan chuckles a little at that, soft and gentle as he reaches to squeeze her hand- the one that isn't still fussing an extremely happy Pesto.

Jonathan can't help but be glad that the dog doesn't understand what they're talking about. ]

It could only be you for me, Erina.

[ He gently squeezes her hand again. ]

I should walk you back to your quarters soon, my love. I don't want you catching a chill.