[ She can't help but chuckle at his words; surely, he can feel her voice reverberating in her chest and the way her body shakes with that light laughter. ]

Otherworldly? I can't give you that one, Trahearne... We're literally of other worlds.

[ Still, the fondness in her tone says that she doesn't mind the sap (🥁) at all. In fact, she's always been a bit weak against such romantic sentiments. ]

Shall we sleep under the stars like this, then?

[ She poses it as a question, although with the way she's finally drifting back to earth, her breathing starting to slow, and her body feeling heavy from a day spent entirely frolicking in the woods and then making love... She's already starting to drift in to sleep. ]