[ The one with the adorable pun... Siffrin's eye brightens in memory and they press Yoru's hand to their cheek, craving affection from someone willing to give it. He hasn't had it... in so, so long now, and after that night in the promenade--

(It won't be farther than this.) ]

... I kind of figured. Your personalities are so different, but I wasn't sure why. [ Rubbing against his hand like a small cat. ] I like both of you. And sure, I'll make as many as you want.

[ Because-- Yoru didn't get to hear this, but-- ]

When you make something... for someone, a little part of you goes into it. So you're giving a bit of yourself, to them.