[ Her fingers trail in the water, letting his mind feed the textures, bends the light around in her, comfort in the twisting of it. Takes a second on it, letting it the light glimmer on the water. Now that she has it, like she does all things, locks it away in draw, labels it Nir, labels it The Sea. Lets them be the same thing and that way she can pull it up whenever she likes.
A thank you then, but not so directly that, an offer. If he wants, in her room, whenever he so wishes. There will be the sea he has given her. Called up as real as a mind can lie to itself about almost anything, real as he'll let her have of his thoughts and memories. The least she can do, really. ]
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A thank you then, but not so directly that, an offer. If he wants, in her room, whenever he so wishes. There will be the sea he has given her. Called up as real as a mind can lie to itself about almost anything, real as he'll let her have of his thoughts and memories. The least she can do, really. ]