Groaning enviously at the picture Charlie paints - lava pools, wine, hand massages - Danta smirks down at her as she sits up against him. "I don't suppose we can deck out the Temple to have something like that. Lava pools might be a bit of a stretch, but bonfires could work," he reasons, blinking hard a couple of times as if in an effort to make himself focus instead of succumbing to the pull of sleep (and eventually turning to stone).
Luckily it seems that Charlie has a plan, and after hearing her out and glancing over his shoulder at the bear carcass, he offers her a gentle nod. "That sounds reasonable," he agrees. "Maybe I'll see if Asta can make you something nice out of the bear skull. Only seems fair that you also get a memento of this." Bouncing his eyebrows at her, Danta settles back and waits patiently for her to work her literal magic.
