"We can have a little rest, yeah," Nadia said, finding it easier than she thought it would be to speak elocuently. Guess the feeling of reproach to think was in fear the thoughts would spoil this feeling. She won't be feeling down today, and that's how things were to go.

Ozzy on the other hand, well, his definition of laughing had something to do with ticking it seemed. Or humor. Not that Nadia didn't enjoy a good laugh, but this feeling of dazed happiness was favorite to the laughter, to her. The remaining of the feeling lingered on her while Nadia nodded once more, to repeat with actions to the young boy that she agreeded.