Matilda of course whips her head around to look at the Wizard behind her, her own cheeks flushing as she grins at her, and then back at Gyre— wait, where’d Gyre go? He’s on the floor. But she didn’t hear him fall. That’s perplexing, but it’s kind of surprising to see him looked so surprised, so she just giggles and gives a little flounce, rocking back on her heels. “Hi!” She chirps, before her attentions captivated by Haizea, and her majestic pajama shorts.

She can’t wipe the dumb grin off her face, and just giggles more. “Nooooo~”