Stavanger Bay if "i love you" was a promise

she was glad too. she gazed down upon the pretty little thing quietly, head tilted with wonder and awe. it was so pretty-- so small-- so precious. and now it was hers. she would put it with the rest of her things but... later. not while velen was still here. 

he spoke again-- which was probably good, since dalia was beginning to fall under, her mind whirring as she stared at the shiny pearl, thinking and thinking and thinking. when she looked up, she forgot entirely what she was thinking about-- probably for the best-- and instead was forced to recall the last time she'd eaten. truthfully, she couldn't recall. though she didn't feel very hungry, she figured it was healthy to eat, so she nodded. "yeah, actually," she returned, ears pressing forwards as she looked upon velen with a pair of sea-glass iris'. she shifted, gently, as if to get to her feet... but only if he did first.