[There's a smile as he agrees, letting out her wings and stretching them, flexing a moment as he hovers before she joins him. This sounds like a wonderful idea. Almost similar to her birthday that Genis made her a cake and Lloyd made the first necklace he gave her. If only that this is perhaps more intimate, but still something she treasures all the same.

She reaches a hand for his, savoring the chance at flight. She doesn't do it nearly as often, making use of the Angel powers like this. There's a light laugh though, and a sheepish smile at that. Compliments are still something she's much more free about giving than receiving, as much as she appreciates them. It's hard to undo years of being told she's so important and expendable that she was Chosen to die for the sake of everyone else and the shattered effects that had on her self esteem and confidence as a result. She's much more used to being a follower and going along with other's ideas than coming up with her own.]

I'll take your word for it. I'm not sure I really remember much about the desert myself outside of the Ruins.

[And the hole she made in the town. Oops.]

Did you want a hand with carrying the food?