That drew a little smile out of her. "But of course; I'm kind of heart. Wouldn't it be cruel of me to challenge you, when you're so very exhausted from your long journey of just sitting in one place?"

Remilia glanced at the couch, eyeing the crumb-y state. She reached out with a wing, after a moment, brushing the chip remains off the cushion—and oh dear lord the greasy things are clinging to her wing. She quickly brushed those off with her hand.

Know what, she'll just stand.