He plants a kiss on Yvae's head, gives Pyranir a pat on the head, and then heads outside to have a heart to heart with his mate. A few minutes later, both return, the mate in question in a human form and not looking particularly pleased about it.

Procellor says you - his exact words were, 'Rewired his brain to make some actual sense when shiny things are involved' - I'm not sure what he means but he wants me to consent, too? she says, a little confused. Did you hurt him?

"No, dear. I'm fine," he says, brightly. She gets a kiss on the cheek. "It's actually really nice to not want to covet and collect all gems and treasure everywhere. Who knew."

His mate makes an uncommitted sound.