Clorinde carries you like you weigh nothing. She holds you like you're a precious gem. Keeping you close to her chest while she bounds off to her home.

"Alright, bubs, that's the last errand. What does my angel want to do once we're home?" Clorinde asks casually, not giving it much thought.

Clorinde is used to you regressing in public. She doesn't mind, of course. She gives you all of the affection you want and then some no matter who's there to witness it.