(o) we'll let the fires bathe us

Hotaru

Our hearts we have sold
For diamonds and gold

His reticence does not spurn her in the least, content to have him join her at his leisure, and even more content with the wine he offers her. Taking it with nimble fingers, she takes a sip and gives a satisfied hum at the unfamiliar but delightful taste. He cottons onto her far too quickly, and her expression is sly as she flicks his thigh with her free hand playfully. "I plead innocent," she says loftily despite the glimmer in her eye. Oh, she has a variety of reasons to be here. He has merely added himself to the list now on top of all the other questionable ones.

Her smile fades as he confides in her, and she gently places her hand upon his back, rubbing idly in a way she knows can't truly ease the pain of mourning. "I'm sorry, Loren," she says gravely, because this is not something she will ever be able to take lightly, no matter if she had known the person or not. "I...with the festival coming, I've had my own losses on my mind. If you ever need to talk..." she trails off uncertainly, the offer genuine but unsure exactly what their entangled relationship constitutes. What he is comfortable going to her with.

There's a slight widening of her eyes and rising of her brows at the revelation, both curious and impressed. "Oh? Lucky man. Weren't you living in the Grounds? Why the change?" If he's going to be so forthcoming, she'll happily take the opportunity to ask.

But baby take a look
We have it all