His movement earned him a brief, vaguely irritated look before Elia shifted around herself, pulling his stolen pillow up to rest beside his hip. That allowed her to curl up close – not quite cuddling, but close enough that she was passably warm and at least somewhat content. "No, I think we all have a fair amount of skills when it comes to pretending," she offered back. "I'm sure we're going to pretend this didn't happen soon."
From inside the warded room, Elia's connection to the outside was somewhat muted; she could still feel the hum of dark power that surrounded the circus, fueling it as much as it wreaked havoc, but reaching for it was much more difficult. The feedback from her own magic had left her weak enough not to be able to renew herself purely through the use of more power – and clearly she wasn't great at actually resting.
"If Catherine is right and I get killed, I hope you thoroughly regret wasting all of these opportunities, at least." Her tone had evened out a little, becoming smoother and more relaxed. "I'm sure that before I move on to my next life, I will certainly regret it."