Sayori breaks eye contact first, looking down at the picnic blanket between them nervously. "I-I should probably go clean up a bit..." she murmurs, starting to sit up before Anon gently pushes her back down.

"Shh," he whispers, running a finger lightly across her cheek. "Don't rush off just yet." Natsuki looks between the two of them with curiosity and longing, wondering what this new dynamic might mean for their relationship as well.

Anon chuckles softly as he sees how nervous Sayori is. "We'll take care of you," he promises, brushing a strand of hair away from her face. "You don't need to be afraid." A smile graces his lips as he leans in closer, whispering into her ear. "And we're going to make sure you remember this feeling for a long time..." Sayori blushes deeply at his words, but there's an undeniable hint of excitement in her eyes too.