Yvaine's cheeks color abruptly and she frowns, resisting the very tempting urge to slap a palm over her face and groan miserably.

She's going to go to bed and she's going to wake up normal. None of this lazing about socializing and being friendly stuff. This whole liking business will not be effecting her anymore than she can help.

"I suppose," she replies neutrally. "Yes."