[ She cannot help but let her smile grow a little wider at that. It's no secret she rather enjoys being that company and she won't soon let Nebula forget it. ]

Then should I consider myself lucky or simply say "you're welcome"?

[ Slipping on a rock is definitely still a possibility. They may be divine, but they are not without flaw and Azem has chosen to do so many things the hard, mortal way. There's a charm to it and she rather likes feeling a connection to the living world. It's the same reason she refuses to wear shoes no matter where she travels--she wants to feel the earth, the water, the snow all beneath her feet. ]

Well that is my job, isn't it?

[ Self-imposed, mayhaps, and then brought to new heights. Thankfully Azem doesn't slip as feared and hops down off of the last rock to follow Nebula past the trees and into a pleasant little meadow. Azem clasps her hands together and takes a deep breath in of the fresh air. ]

It's lovely to see the spring flowers bloom... Do you have a favorite season? Have I ever asked that before?