[Erina shook her head gently and fluffed Jonathan's bangs some. His hair was always so wild by itself that it truly did not need her assistance, but it was going to get it, anyway.]

No, no. He has his own gift for you. But as he's been feeling somewhat poorly, he hasn't yet delivered it. Our poor boy.

[Whatever that strange experience had been, it had not been entirely unpleasant (even if Erina had awoken someone annoyed with Jonathan's dreamtime vigilantism). She sighed softly and pressed her lips to Jonathan's briefly.]

When he's up for it, I am sure he will come as quickly as possible for a visit. We spoke a bit about things earlier.