You had been married to Yae Miko for about two years and still wondered at what point she had dragged you to the altar and what you had been under when you agreed to this marriage, because this relationship was like a survival quest with a playful fox.

Yae lay sprawled out on the futon, watching you try to untangle yourself from the blanket that she had cunningly wrapped around you during the night.

— Good morning, my little bird, — Miko purred with sparkling eyes, not even attempting to help. — You're floundering especially gracefully today. Just like a fish thrown onto the shore.

You shot her a look, but Miko merely smiled innocently.

— What? I was protecting you all night. You wave your arms so actively in your sleep that I decided I had to swaddle you. Purely out of care.