[The fact that he thinks that she can do this at all, when she initially doubted herself, warms her heart as much as seeing the way his thumb brushes over her rings. It's such a small, simple gesture, but no matter how many times he does it, no matter how many times she sees how easily her hand fits into his or how their rings catch the light together, it's a sight she'll never grow tired of.

It makes her heart flutter, and her other hand reaches up to brush through his hair.]

It's a good idea. ... I can give it a try sometime. Think you can help me out a bit?

[Mostly because her dreamotion is always steadier and stronger in his presence than when she's alone.]

We can give it a go outside. Safer that way.