[The warmth is elusive but there even under the sea breeze, the scent of foliage and the sea tossed up to them from the island like a cradle without shape, both of them close enough to share the faintest hum of body heat; and maybe that's why Anon can feel everything inside him settling in a way it rarely does.

It's a strange thing, when he's this close to somebody. He's not sure if it's a feeling he's forgotten or one he's just learning the shape of. Maybe a little of both.

It's a feeling he's carried all day, too, the lingering quiet of their time braiding staying with him when he caught the endless flowers over his shoulder out of the corner of his eye or when he ran a happy hand over the braid before tucking it away from his daily activities. It was something you couldn't help but notice and the no doubt increased attention made him happy, too.

There's a bit of a laugh as he contemplates the feeling of roof tiles under him. He's slept all kinds of places, usually out of necessity, but still.]

I don't think you want to fall out of this tree... but at least the flowers won't melt anything.

[At this point he's really just chattering for the sake of it, letting the words scatter and surround them like the rest of the moment.]