Swiftcurrent Creek Pick you up, let you down

She shifts a little uncomfortably when he thanks her, skin crawling at the conflicting emotions brewing within her. At his next words, her ears fall back a little, and she hesitates again before she speaks. Do you um — would you mind... company? There seems to be no good way to phrase the question, and her ears heat slightly at the awkwardness to her tone. For a beat she almost worries it will be taken the wrong way — but surely he knows better. She only wants the comfort of his presence; the only one at the Creek that she can truly call familiar.