[ She leans into his touch, free hand gently resting on his chest when she sighs and smiles. Julie can't remember when it became evident that they were all somewhat frozen in time, not aging, surviving things they shouldn't be able to. She can't remember when it became clear that they were becoming something more. What she recalls is the warmth of knowing it was together.

He misses the innuendo, but it's fine — she wasn't bothered by his occasional failure to catch a joke when she met him, and she isn't bothered by it now. She follows his gaze to the squirrel; one of the tiny crowns lifts from the stack and drops over its ears with aplomb. The squirrel blinks and looks around sharply, but then returns to its bounty. ] Oh, of course they will. I'll have to take a look around and find the fattest squirrel in the woods. Make it a fancier crown, so everyone knows who's in charge.

[ Grinning, she glances down at her feet as she walks alongside him, letting him lead. The coast has started to grow warm with the weather, and she hasn't visited real thing since the temperature dropped; she prefers the warmth of the beach in her domain during those months, the place that Ciri chose to share with her. Julie looks back up at him, her thumb stroking the back of his hand. ]

Lead the way, baby.