Illi laughed at how casually Davishire dismissed themselves from the lady, though she was surprised when he moved her to somewhere else. She had just been expecting to have to talk to him there, though the quieter and more private hall was much more preferable.
Illi had a small heart attack when Davishire called her out on being late and, though a small part of her was happy that he had noticed, she was worried that he was mad at her. But when he turned around and smiled, she couldn't restrain herself any longer. She quickly moved in and wrapped her arms around his back, giving him a big hug. "Of course I came!" she exclaimed quietly. Didn't want to draw attention to them, after all. "I wouldn't miss your birthday celebration for anything!" What she really wanted to say is that she wouldn't miss seeing him for anything, but even Illi was too embarrassed to mutter those words—especially to a man she wasn't really courting.
Gasping, Illi unattached herself and took a step back, holding out the rectangular wooden box his present was in. Grinning widely, she said, "I brought you something! Hopefully this will make up for me being late... though, you know, while I was late, but I have been in this manor for over an hour searching for you. Well, I admit, I did get briefly distracted by your library, but other than that apparently I was just looking in the wrong places. Anyway, a present for my King!"
Inside the box was an journal, full of blank pages and with a cover that was encased in wolf pelt. Illi had almost written his name on the first page, for it was meant to be a diary of sorts, before realizing what a silly mistake that would have been. Even that single word—no, especially that single word—would have carried so many images through it.