The quirk of a smile is easy to overlook, but she's not the first to be so subtle with her expressions, and the sight of it has a bit of tension melting from her shoulders as her own smile becomes more genuine. No teasing smirk in sight. "Hopefully I'll more than make up for it," she agrees, but there's a warmth to her voice that communicates she doesn't mind the reparations before her. "Though perhaps I can figure out my paws a little and garner you fish on my own." Hotaru wiggles her fingers at Aino, recalling Deimos' amused notions of her fishing from the ice floes in the Glass. Perhaps it's destiny?
Hotaru wanders closer on deft feet as Aino maneuvers down from the roof with far more grace than the Valkyrie had expected from a fisher. Peering over the edge, she watches carefully until the woman has landed safely in the snow, frowning softly to herself at the unfamiliar worry that blossoms in her breast. The offer of a catch is a surprise, pale eyes widening as they flicker down to gauge the distance between the roof and Aino's arms. Oh, but it's tempting for many reasons. "I think that has a better chance of making me swoon off my feet than the ice does," she laughs brightly, crystalline breath tickling her cheeks. "Steady me instead?" So saying she gracefully grabs the edge of the roof, though she uses her boots to kick off the side of the house to gain her momentum. They land in the snow moments later, back to Aino, where she immediately stumbles backwards as she feared she would - she'd worn her city boots, not her hiking ones, and with how short she is the snow is quite high on her legs. Arms flailing, she reaches blindly for the woman with a yelp of noise.
Hotaru wanders closer on deft feet as Aino maneuvers down from the roof with far more grace than the Valkyrie had expected from a fisher. Peering over the edge, she watches carefully until the woman has landed safely in the snow, frowning softly to herself at the unfamiliar worry that blossoms in her breast. The offer of a catch is a surprise, pale eyes widening as they flicker down to gauge the distance between the roof and Aino's arms. Oh, but it's tempting for many reasons. "I think that has a better chance of making me swoon off my feet than the ice does," she laughs brightly, crystalline breath tickling her cheeks. "Steady me instead?" So saying she gracefully grabs the edge of the roof, though she uses her boots to kick off the side of the house to gain her momentum. They land in the snow moments later, back to Aino, where she immediately stumbles backwards as she feared she would - she'd worn her city boots, not her hiking ones, and with how short she is the snow is quite high on her legs. Arms flailing, she reaches blindly for the woman with a yelp of noise.
