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[Rinea's shoulders shake in a silent giggle. Sometimes the way Somnus compliments her is so sincerely meaningful that it's almost embarrassing.] Well, thank you.

[Invited by his continued hold, Rinea settles contentedly-- maybe boldly-- into Somnus's side. The sounds of the gala behind them are a comforting hum of merriment. The outside air is fresh on their faces, and its chill is kept easily at bay with Somnus's warmth. Unlike the last time she held him this close--worried for him after Ardyn, holding him tightly so he wouldn't fade away-- now, she is utterly at peace.]

The lily of the valley, in particular... [Rinea's fingers close a little tighter on the stem of her glass.] In the language of flowers, it can mean a return to happiness.

Maybe it's silly, but I'd like to think... [She can't quite meet his eyes.] ...Perhaps that can be us.

[luciing]

[ Had this been a year ago, it would be impossible to imagine himself settled, weary but content, on a balcony with another beside him, his arm around her. There are many uncertainties in this realm, even more within his own that forever weigh on his mind, but with but a few kind words, touch, and the gentle cadence of her voice, the burden of it all eases. For once in two thousand years, his mind is... quiet.

"It can mean a return to happiness."

He isn't quite there yet, but the journey has already started with her. Even if either of them were to vanish tomorrow, he is certain that what he has learned from her won't be forgotten, but cherished. A return to happiness-- it is a path he will walk, for if someone as good as her believes it is something they both may have, then who is he to deny it?

As always, she is inspiring, and this quiet hope she shares with him translates into a hope he harbors for himself, for her, for the both of them, and what they have. Warmth eases his expression, smoothing the steel of his voice. A ghost of a smile, fond and calm, pulls at the corner of his lips as he turns his head to admire her profile. ]

I shall make it so.