He can probably see us from where he is. He's got good eyesight.
[She glances at Michael and idly thinks about how the lights make him look warm and inviting even though he was quiet and reserved. And they're so close...
Iona plops herself down on her bottom again, feeling shy. Wasn't there something else she was supposed to talk about? ]
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[She glances at Michael and idly thinks about how the lights make him look warm and inviting even though he was quiet and reserved. And they're so close...
Iona plops herself down on her bottom again, feeling shy. Wasn't there something else she was supposed to talk about? ]
... So about my arm!