[ Her own gaze had followed his to admire the view before the went back indoors, so she's caught a little off-guard when he reaches out to adjust the piece, heat once more touching her cheeks as she allowed him. Tempting though it was to ask him why, she keeps those words to herself—compared to the way they'd been holding hands, it didn't seem unreasonable to grant him a moment to look after her.

Or more than a few moments, since they were already heading back inside before she could even think of protesting. Besides, she did have something of an answer for him. ]

Not being sick to start with, being healthy and rested. [ There she goes, creeping toward the literal route again. ] Other than that, I think... being with people you care about, like it's supposed to be, doing whatever it is that makes you happy. Some things might have to wait until it's warmer, unless you're willing to travel.

[ Except that would probably make no sense without her elaborating further, which she might be willing to do if he were to ask. There was also another idea she had in mind, one that could be more easily achieved between the two of them this very evening. ]

Though... [ The girl ducks her head, perhaps a little embarrassed to be admitting it out loud. ]

I wouldn't mind dancing again to start it off, if you wanted to.