"Not a day I'll forget," Dahlia assures him. "Or a night, I should say." Taking him up on his offer, she sinks gratefully down into the chair, her fingertips pressing against her lips as if she might be able to transfer the leftover warmth from his touch. "How do you go from making a place like the refuge to running somewhere like this?" she asks, little more than open curiosity in her tone and interest in her baby blues.
Sitting forward a touch to hear that he knows Koa, even if he isn't anywhere nearby, something like relief injects her expression. "I'll have to visit when the sun comes back," she decides. For now, though, her attention is freshly caught by the Flood, and its with a coy smile that she lets her hand drop to her lap. "The stories didn't mention you were this generous," she remarks. "That would be very kind of you, though. I have never been to King's End before."
Sitting forward a touch to hear that he knows Koa, even if he isn't anywhere nearby, something like relief injects her expression. "I'll have to visit when the sun comes back," she decides. For now, though, her attention is freshly caught by the Flood, and its with a coy smile that she lets her hand drop to her lap. "The stories didn't mention you were this generous," she remarks. "That would be very kind of you, though. I have never been to King's End before."
let me put my lips to something
let me wrap my teeth around the world
let me wrap my teeth around the world
