If she got blushing from him, then he got sheer, pure happiness from her.

He still wants to thank her.









The deep shades playing across the walls? They're a sunset, quickly fading. Above them, where the ceiling was, a sky. It's cold. He's not sure h-- he's sure how, and Inty's done it too, he realises; could they do it again? --First, though, there are bangs and cracks and pops and fizzes, and coloured lights that streak across the sky.