Madeleine rises in step with Machia. Right now and at no other time, the energies in this room are hers to command. She may pluck strings and wind fates together or tear apart the structures of power as she likes. But her eyes do offer clues. The storm inside the amber is warm. Though her face is expressionless, she radiates a kinder sort of power that is useful only for protection.

"...I do not think you will handle the floor particularly well. So we will fold out the couch."

A beat. She doesn't watch Machia for a response - it's much too likely she will HMMM her way out of this if given a chance - she holds Blanche out in front of her as she crosses the distance and places the tiger in her companion's hands. 

"You promised, do not forget. In matters of the occult... you listen to me. You have bared yourself to a guardian totem tonight. That affords you protection, but it requires you tear down walls. Your soul is vulnerable, and darkness follows me everywhere. Blanche is powerful, but this is not her territory. So tonight..."

She takes Machia's forearms and wraps them around the stuffed animal until she is hugging it against her chest.

"You will sleep like this. And I..."

Like shadow, she slips behind Machia and drapes her arms over her shoulders. Her body presses into Machia's back, firm and muscular and warm. For all that her body is a thing of crafted power, her skin is distractingly soft, and where it makes contact it is like electricity. She rests her head against Machia's neck and back.

"Will sleep like this. We will not use your bedroom. You are attempting to retreat. It will destroy you. I will not allow it. You will stay... in my arms. All night."

And then she releases and glides over to the couch. It has been a long time since she's needed to manipulate furniture but these things are always simple. With a little bit of fumbling with the cushions, she has it folding and pulls the bed out in a motion that is smooth enough in the moment not to break her spell. If only just.

She turns and repeats the motion of her fingers from earlier over an implied ear, eyes locked on her partner's.

"As you drift off, you are going to meditate on the feeling of my fingers. This will help me find you in your dreams. I will guide you, so that we may run together. None of your tricks, no Vade Retro to worry about. No Gata and no HexXer, no scoring zones or opponents. It is time you connected to the part of yourself that called you to this form."

She smiles, reaches forth, and pulls Machia down into the cushions without bothering with sheets or pillows or even the lights. She wraps tight around her, and nuzzles into her messy hair. The pair of them, sharing a couch cushion for support.

"Be not afraid. In the light of the morning sun, all shall be as it was. You shall resume your demonic dance, and I will belong to you. So for tonight, just for tonight..."

Her breath tickles the back of Machia's ear.

"Just let this happen."