[ As Dion reclines, Joshua briefly considers his options. He could remain sitting... or he could also recline. The pile of blankets is certainly large enough for more than one person, but what if it is a bit... much. ]

I have no plans. You are not interrupting anything, I assure you.

[ ... alright. He's made up his mind. He tucks his wings against his back, ensuring that they will not get awkwardly crushed or rumpled, and he reclines a bit himself. On his side, to avoid any potential harm. Which means he is facing Dion, but that's just fine - they're still holding hands, after all. ]

Did this problem plague you back at home, as well? Is there anything I might do to ease the burden?