Yet lacking sand, I would hope. [It isn't something that Padmé has forgotten about him, although his talk about sand had lead to a hand stroking her arm, and a kiss that really shouldn't have happened... Yet it had taken her breath away before she broke it off-
Those steps put distance between where they had been and where they are going. Each one seems to ground her a little bit more, to make her almost believe that everything had been just a dream. She's not one to live in fantasy though and acknowledges that it has. At least for her, but that doesn't alter this moment, unless she decides to linger in the past, remain focused solely on that memory, never to move again.
That isn't Padmé though.
Glancing up at him, she gives that soft hum, not failing to not his this time comment. She does watch him, curious as to his reaction to her answer- about whether it is the same or if it is different.] Apparently I am to be a Counseling Operative.
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Those steps put distance between where they had been and where they are going. Each one seems to ground her a little bit more, to make her almost believe that everything had been just a dream. She's not one to live in fantasy though and acknowledges that it has. At least for her, but that doesn't alter this moment, unless she decides to linger in the past, remain focused solely on that memory, never to move again.
That isn't Padmé though.
Glancing up at him, she gives that soft hum, not failing to not his this time comment. She does watch him, curious as to his reaction to her answer- about whether it is the same or if it is different.] Apparently I am to be a Counseling Operative.