He snorts. "Suppose so."

"Anyway. That seems like quite enough of the long winded declaration of celestial intentions, any more and I risk melodrama."

He giggles.

"I try to avoid melodrama where I can. Doesn't always work, because, well. I'm a woman who flies around with a flaming sword, occasionally rambling about how she's going to save everyone. Bit of a rough start, that."

"Just a little!"

She smiles at him again, then at the library. It's a reasonably impressive library. She can spend a little while just smiling at it.

The way she looks at his library is so good.

She notices the way he's looking at her, and beams at him.

He beams right back.

He's very cute when he's being happy about someone else's happiness. As much as she makes a point of presenting herself as very composed, she's not unmoved by this quality of his. Neither is she unmoved by how she very closely dodged almost certain death, and that the act of dodging it was highly unpleasant. She has a habit of drowning out unpleasant experiences with things that are very pleasant, and she doesn't exactly have a long list of people to make pleasant experiences with right now. Leaving the mountain to expand her list of candidates sounds like it'd be annoying, and might not be worth the trouble.

She gives him a considering look.

He smiles at her.

Atreia hums thoughtfully, then takes a measured step closer and looks up at him. Her eyes are a pale and subtly shimmery grey green.

"Has anyone ever told you that you have a lovely smile?" she wonders, almost innocently.

"Not that I recall, no."

"Well, you do. Especially when you're - basking in someone else's joy? Like you've just found an updraft and you can sail further up into the sky on it."

"Aww. That's a really cute way to put it."

"Thank you. It just - seemed like the most accurate way of describing the thing. I suppose flying metaphors are more obvious to people with wings." She flutters her wings a little, inclining them towards him slightly. They're close enough to him that he could reach out and pet them.

He smiles again, watching her feathers flutter.

She considers him some more.

After a little while, she offers, "You can pet them. If you'd like to."

"I would!"

He reaches out and gently runs a hand over her feathers.

They're very smooth and soft, like the feathers are woven from silk. The wing shivers a little when he touches it, but doesn't pull away from him. If anything, it presses closer.

Atreia hums appreciatively and closes her eyes, faint blissful smile on her face.

"Aww, you're soft," he says delightedly. Pet pet!

"I am," she purrs, with a quiet little laugh.

Mm, pets.

So soft! So cozy! Pet pet pet nuzzle.

He is very rapidly persuading this celestial to resemble a blissful puddle. Can she just lean on him? She'd like to just wrap her arms around him and lean on him for support. Standing under her own power is starting to become a risky endeavor.

"Would you like to go somewhere more comfortable?" she murmurs into his ear. "I haven't really been introduced to the nice big bed in my room..."

He giggles. "Yes, that sounds like a fine idea. Can you walk there or should I carry you?"