Stavanger Bay if "i love you" was a promise

whether it was for the best he did not come nearer to her was still uncertain to the delicate moreau-- dalia was, again, both thankful and disappointed he did not try. there would always be something in her that yearned for attention, but in the state she was in now... he was right not to try. of course, dalia could not see this now, but she would later. for now, she appreciated, if anything, his company. she felt safer knowing he was here.

the reply was teasing-- but genuine-- and brought a small smile to the girl's face. "i collect everything," she returned, shedding a little more light on her own life than he might've known. she hesitated, then, briefly, wanting to show him the whole darned collection now... but she didn't quite want to move... not now. "i'll have to show you some time... i hadn't been able to find a pearl on these shores," she said instead, nose tipping gently, "thank you, velen."