[Iona turns at the sound of his voice, a brilliant smile lighting up her face. She is at ease, here, comfortable and relaxed in a way she hasn’t always been in their encounters. Even if she would never admit it, to herself, or Cullen himself (or Dorian for that matter), not yet, anyway, she is glad to see him.]
I suppose I have.
[The bouquet catches her by surprise, and she blinks up at him, startled, before reaching out and taking the flowers from him, fingers brushing against his as she does.]
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I suppose I have.
[The bouquet catches her by surprise, and she blinks up at him, startled, before reaching out and taking the flowers from him, fingers brushing against his as she does.]
I... thank you. They’re beautiful.
[Oh Creators. He brought her flowers.]