[Somnus's arm falls untethered, but his presence remains; the understanding that he doesn't intend to leave pleases Rinea more than she expects.]
I would be delighted.
[As Somnus prepares their makeshift blanket, it strikes Rinea that this reminds her, almost... of being courted? But that is a silly notion. Avalon has changed her understanding of human interaction, and so little of the traditions of her time apply. Still, the nostalgic acts of courtesy are comforting in their familiarity. She feels pleasantly warm even under the shade of the willow boughs.]
Hehe... [She smooths her skirts as she sits. ] Shall I leave the flower selection to you?
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I would be delighted.
[As Somnus prepares their makeshift blanket, it strikes Rinea that this reminds her, almost... of being courted? But that is a silly notion. Avalon has changed her understanding of human interaction, and so little of the traditions of her time apply. Still, the nostalgic acts of courtesy are comforting in their familiarity. She feels pleasantly warm even under the shade of the willow boughs.]
Hehe... [She smooths her skirts as she sits. ] Shall I leave the flower selection to you?