[She's quiet, watching him. The room buzzes with tension, with promise, and then—
That.
She knows that plant.]
Ashe! A-Ashe!
[She jolts out of her seat, pillow tumbling to the floor, and before she can think twice her arms are around his neck, her lips against his cheek, and then she's squatting slightly to better examine the sapling.]
no subject
That.
She knows that plant.]
Ashe! A-Ashe!
[She jolts out of her seat, pillow tumbling to the floor, and before she can think twice her arms are around his neck, her lips against his cheek, and then she's squatting slightly to better examine the sapling.]
It's a noa tree!