[ Perry's presence appears, conjured as easily as she breathes, to pull one of the chairs over for her. Before she sits down though she takes a step forward without thinking to lean down and rub the dirt from the spot on his face. Amusedly she can't help but think to herself that the hat wasn't the thing marring his face. She's not so close that she can feel his breath on her cheeks but it brings her close enough to catch the telltale sign of freckles beginning to form.

Freckles on her would be the end of the world but they somehow fit well on Sylvain, giving him a more boyish quality. Like he had been kissed by the sun and it wanted to make itself known. The faint prickle she's come to associate with envy stirs and she immediately brushes it off. To be jealous of the sun - both the glowing orb above and how she often equated their roommate to the sun - is silly. ]

There's nothing wrong with you blushing. My only complaint is that it's like a rare phenomenon that should be more common. Or maybe it is and it just isn't with me.

[ Jealousy and bitterness tries to colour what should be an otherwise carefree statement but she forces it out, her hand pulling back as she straightens up to drop herself into the chair. Readjusting her own hat begins next, part of it to ensure that she isn't going to leave this short balcony break with freckles and to still her hands from fidgeting. How was she supposed to begin this kind of conversation without just ripping the bandage right off? ]

A bit of both, actually. There's only so much conversation I can have with Khurshid.

[ The baby wyvern has long since settled into its new home. He looked more at ease in the loft than she did some days. ]