Stavanger Bay as if anyone could wait for you

at his comment, silently, dalia wondered about ford. what that meant. would ford care? did she care if ford cared? why did it even matter? she had velen. he was hers. she stared at him silently with wonder in her gaze, over numerous things. to her great surprise, she was the one who was making jokes. maybe velen and rannveig had rubbed off too much onto her... 

"well -- don't start crying again," she teased gently, moving to headbutt his chest, flashing him a smile that wasn't as smirky as his might've been, but a good mischievous look. and then, feeling like she really needed to dispel the affectionate tension (that was making her oh so anxious!!) she gave a high-pitched growl and jumped away a few steps, tail wagging and hips sashaying as she challenged him to a game of play.