Is it silly to feel relieved? Perhaps a little. It's nothing they didn't know of one another after the discussion they felt the need to have, to clarify their footing in this place where intimacies were expected and encouraged, and they naturally gravitated to one another. But others, as well. Particularly Angela, who can never stop herself from extending a helping hand and looking for reasons to adore others around her. Angela tucks the flower he gave her up over her ear and leans against his left, legs unfurling to her left side, giving him her weight and her warmth.

"Well, you're quite ferocious. I think I rather liked the outside. He had such a bright grin." The instructor goes on about the story they're to be weaving, protective dragons with their gardens and their flowers blessed by the moon, so on and so forth. It's far more fun to be teasing her friend. "It sounds like you had better treasure it, then, before any other dragons come along and pluck it from you. Roots and all."

She knows he's speaking of her, so her head comes to rest on his shoulder and tips back, nose crinkling. It's her amusement and her gratitude wrapped up in a single look, smiling at him.