She nodded slowly, as if making a note of this. "Okay. And this?" She reached up, putting her hands on his shoulders.
She hesitated before nodding, resting her hand on his neck and watching him with interest. “That’s not really your chest, I guess...”
"It's not," he agreed, raising an eyebrow with playful voice, "but I can't fathom the situation in which you need to touch there."
She laughed, flushing a bit as she looked up at him. "That's where my hand is when I wake up," she replied, dropping her hand. "Hm. Let's see..." She stepped forward and rested her head on his chest, her head over his heart, and her hair brushing his skin. "How's this one?"
She pulled away instantly, looking up at him. "Okay, I'm sorry," she said gently. "I won't do that one again." She considered him before going to his other side, slipping under his arm so his arm was over her shoulders as they stood side by side. "This one?"
She was dwarfed by his arm over her shoulders and she beamed at him. “I really like this one,” she said, trying to walk while maintaining the position.
He gave her a small smile before looking ahead again. "Of course. It's important to sort these kinds of things out."
"Noted," he said smoothly as they continued on their way. It had grown hot now, the sudden beating down on them.
She had slipped out of her cloaks, draping them over her arm as she stared up at the sun thoughtfully. “I guess you’re into this kind of weather.”
She had a flush on her face and her blonde hair was tied back in a ponytail. Her white blouse ruffled in the hot breeze and she squinted up at him playfully, her bronze ear cuffs glinting in the sun. “I don’t prefer it,” she admitted, “but it’s alright.” She started laughing, looking up at him. “You must be getting the impression that elves are useless in all weathers.”
