[Stickbugs unsexily suffering, the price of love, really. Palamedes assists with his feeble pulling, letting out an 'oof!' when Rio plops her head on him. He lifts a hand to rest on her head fondly, waiting a moment before he speaks again - to see if being Rio-squished is less nauseating than hovering up in the air.

It seems like it, so far. Best girl Rio does it again. He hums, closing his eyes and leaning his head that little bit into Viktor's touch, pleasantly soothed.]

I'll do my best to maintain my shape, number of eyes unspecified. [ha ha, golly,] Forget about taking down my symptoms; playing with my hair is all I need.

[..............well,] I'm kidding, of course. Keep those notes close.

[He grimaces briefly through a wave of nausea, then,] What paleblood mishaps do you think you'd catch?