Eleanor closed her eyes with a soft hum of appreciation when Kamala started to rub her back, tilting her head slightly. It wasn't fair, how she could go and take something already so nice and somehow make it even better. Her own fingers started to sort of play a little with the ends of Kamala's hair.

"Throw in a nice cup of tea in there somewhere," she suggested, "and then it would be just about as perfect as this dance right now." She then let out a small laugh. "Here you are, just coming back from a hard week as a sloth, and you're talking about taking care of me. Pretty sure I should be the one tucking you in with comic books and superhero movies and Squishies and a good gyro, right?"