"As you order, my Empress~" Amity declares in equal fidelity and sappiness.
The Empress takes a moment to enjoy the moment, stretching the moment to cover for several others as she simply holds her Imperial Pet right in her grasp while nuzzling Amity's face with her own carefully yet also lets her lance of a horn press on Amity's far smaller one like she were "subtly" or not so subtly mimicking some manner of eclipse of her person over Amity's. At the points of contact where chitin touches upon either fur or horn material there is a faint pressure but also a lingering vibration brought on by The Empress' purring.