Vianna's gaze lowered as Ferris began playing with one of her hands; she watched the gesture absentmindedly for a moment, using her other hand for support against the ground as she leaned back slightly. She yawned, feeling a little more tired than usual, and looked away to the squirrel running around the grass again, now thinking about that earlier idea of getting him some nuts or squirrel food to eat so he'd lay off the marshmallows.