Bramblepoint So[m]eone under stress meets someone looking pretty

When he felt like he could move, he lifted himself somewhat gracefully off of her. He didn't want to leave her here like this, and the more he thought about a farewell or goodbye to say, the more awkward he felt. He moved to her side, both to see her better and to better converse. Vaermina. He repeated. I'm Trick- orrr, Wylie if you want to be more formal. He chuckled nervously. It was not often he gave his real name, but he felt like the possible future mother of his offspring that he would perhaps never even get to see deserved it. 

Where could I find you if you, you know... He asked, emerald eyes pointed at the ground.