Heron Lake Plateau They kiss on the ring, I carry the crown.

Ceara drew forward, her head cocked to the side.  Dude, no, it's fine.. she trailed, kind of hoping he'd just let it go.  It was awkward enough that the old man hand landed on top of her, he didn't need to make it any weirder by lingering on it.  But she didn't tell him that, because that would be rude as fuck and she at least had a grain of tact.  Are you okay?  She touched his cheek with her nose, actually kind of concerned.