Cyril stepped out of the bathroom, chuckling, as he stumbled slightly from Piritta pulling him through the door way, "I believe my not being ready is your fault and not mine," he admonished as he tugged on the wide sleeve of her shirt as he said this. "But don't get, sweetie, I'm ready, so we can go." He entwined their fingers together as they walked, the need to be close and touching still not really subsiding, though it had still only been a short time, despite the fact that Cyril felt like Piritta had been with him for forever. He knew the meeting today would be simple, likely just Tristian touching base, but it was the first time he and Piritta would really be around people who knew them as mates. It was a strange feeling, left him somewhere between jittery and content, but also wanting to hold Piritta closer even though it certainly wasn't the time for it.