Stavanger Bay if "i love you" was a promise

if dalia was attempting to hide her reactions from him, she was not doing it well. velen frowned, the pearl dropping with a soft puff to the sand; he swept his tongue 'round his jaws and peered suspiciously at her. "what's up, dalia?" it was not a casual question; what's going on with you was the more apt undertone. her own question went unanswered; his focus was on her, solely, and the transparency of the something is wrong! signals every movement of her body was tossing his way.