(psl) (post-songerein) while I close my eyes, be my nightfire

[disdelusioned]

You and I have the light to fight away the darkness
Wake me, love, when the sun comes up

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[hearthwarming]

[ If he checks back in around 48 hours, it will likely be an indoor jungle by then. Were Oriphi a more thorough, methodical, scientific sort, she might take her time and see how the flora here grows, unassisted. Perhaps at some point she might still conduct that exercise.

But at the moment? Everything is so new and exciting, she can't help but want to use her magic to help things a long a little bit. Most exciting of all, of course, is the fact that she's here, in a quaint little cottage with one of the loves of her life, whom she met in a dream but who now stands here with her, real. She can't help but glance over at him with a smile and keep her gaze on Diluc even while her hands are busy with the plants. ]

Well, I trust anything that Adelinde says, of course! But I think that means you'll have to make it next time I come up to the manor.

[ Which, truthfully, would be in... A few hours, at the very least. ]

But that all sounds perfect, for lunch. Say, do you want to help me with this for a moment?