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As she spoke and gave what might have been a little nervous laugh, he took the time to look at her. Then, after he'd made a determination he spoke. "It doesn't matter whether you do anything with it or not. It's pretty. You're pretty." With that, he laid his head back on her shoulder.
He chewed on the roll a bit and then looked around for something warm to drink. Finding a pot of chicory coffee, he poured himself a cup and took a drink. It was warm and soothing, much like spending time with Nia.
He placed his hand on hers and looking at her said. "Thank you, Nia. You've helped me center myself better..and so hopefully, I can focus on different things for a little while."
Something about the way Elan lifted his head to say those words shocked Nia. In a good but funny kind of way. It wasn't like he hadn't said similar stuff in the past, but just the change in the way he said it within this current situation. Was he trying to hint at something? Or just being nice? She couldn't tell. It did bring some more colour to her now warm cheeks though. "Thanks," she said, not sure what else to say or feel.
She smiled as he reached for some form of coffee, glad Elan seemed to have perked up. She felt the knot in her stomach loosen, as he seemed far less pained.
"Any time," she said warmly. "It's what friends are for, right?" She smiled, before looking intrigued. "You have any different things to focus on planned?"