Stavanger Bay the inner claims i hadn’t breadth to shake

does that bother you?

at this, dalia turned to face him, her nose twitching as it tilted downwards better to search his features. dalia was not good at reading others, and so even while examining him she could not quite understand what she found-- or even what she was looking for. "should it?" she asked with a quirk of her brow, rather than answering his question.

it was not so much that he felt this way that bothered her, but that anyone could feel this way. and even if it did bother her, dalia did not know this boy well enough to let it bother her-- she could not be possessive over him so early on. she would not be jealous of the ocean, not over this.