He sends as much intense affection and desire as he can manage.

The answer had not previously been 'all of it.'

Did I do something? Me?

How far are we from the house and by extension your room, and are there any convenient shrubberies between here and there, she growls.

Can't you conjure them?

How likely is anyone to notice they're out of place and investigate?

People'd probably notice, probably wouldn't investigate. Could hear something if they walked nearer.

How quiet d'you think you can be?

I can do entirely osanwe.

What's a relatively inconspicuous place for spontaneous shrubbery?

That, over there, is a great place for spontaneous shrubbery.

Spontaneous shrubbery!

Then he is going to sweep her off her feet and into the spontaneous shrubbery because he is pretty sure that was the plan.

That was so very much the plan.

She doesn't have nearly as much practice as he does making her noises over osanwe but she manages not to verbalize anything more than a small handful of tiny whimpers.

And no one notices them! Or if someone does, he totally fails to notice them, which amounts to the same thing.

I love you so much.

You. Too.

Now we should probably go home.

Probably. There's no one around, right, I don't really want to be seen emerging from a shrubbery so much as slightly mussed.

I can braid up your hair all nice. But there's no one around.

Mm, yes pleas, hair isn't as much a thing for me as you but it's still nice.

So he braids her hair.

There really is something lovely about having another person handling your hair.

And then Idaia banishes the shrubbery and straightens her clothes as best she can and they can go back to the house.

They stop by mid-week to make edits and suggestions to the house plans. It's going to be such a pretty house.

And visit with Imliss again. This will be convenient more frequently when the house is built.

How's she finding Tirion?