"Techno," Phil started. He only got a snuffle in reply, said piglin hybrid dropping his nose to your neck.

"Techno,” Phil narrowed his eyes, giving you an exasperated look that made you snort in amusement.

"What, Phil?" Techno grumbled. "Can't you see I'm busy?"

"We literally have a meeting," Phil protested. "Prince Dream is coming to ally with us for the war preparations."

"You can do it without me," Techno dismissed Phil's words, tightening his grip on you to further ground you.

"You need to go," you swallowed, the words spoken quietly, gently.

"Mm," Techno protested wordlessly, his fingers looping in a blanket.

"I'll be alright," you continued.

They had been extra clingy, all of them (mainly techno) because of finding out about what your kingdom was doing to hybrids and paranormals, and as you were an ex-ambassador it wasn’t very easy topic to discuss so they did it without you.

Techno sighed heavily, nuzzling you one last time before he reluctantly got up, making his grievances well known to you and his companion. When he leaned back down, once standing, you closed your eyes and placed your foreheads together.

"We'll be quick," he promised.