"Night Sky, you're - " Anything she might have tried to say, any half-hearted complaints spoken through a reluctant grin, is promptly erased from Meryl's mind. It seems to short out completely, leaving her to offer nothing more than a recurrent "You - You - "

It trails off into a squeak, as her entire body squirms with the sensation. She doesn't pull away, though. In fact, judging by the way she buries her hands within Sky's hair, it's very clear that it's an enjoyable experience. One that she absolutely wants to encourage.