The warmth of the breeze felt like tender love on Sophie's bare skin. She flushed a bit as the wind kissed at her neck, and let out a gentle sigh as the sunlight melted away any doubts or worries she could've possibly had. She could feel the dull, tugging dread of what she presumed to be the curse's effects on the edge of her mind, but it was drowned out almost entirely by the serenity she felt in that moment. Bemused, she began to wonder-- if only jokingly-- if such simplistic happiness was the actual cure for the curse that ailed the two of them... but ultimately she put the thought out of her mind, alongside the subject that caused it.
How long had it been since she'd just taken time to bask in nature? She could've never done this during her time in Connlaoth; She was always too busy with work from her masters, too stressed by how little regard the world had for her, too bothered by how different she was from everyone else. Yet now, in this fleeting moment, it almost felt as if those memories were a distant dream-- a bad one, admittedly, but a dream all the same. If only it were so easy.
Out of simple curiosity, she turned her gaze from the river ahead of her to her back, curious about Miersck. Some part of her didn't exactly know how she felt about him collecting her clothes, but it couldn't be helped. Outside of his... 'fire habits', he didn't seem the type to be overly intrigued in anyone else. At least she thought as much, until she unwittingly made eye contact with the moth fae again, shattering her preconception that he was... er, wasn't...
An amused, yet knowing smile worked it's way onto her face as she quickly turned away again, attempting her best to pretend as if nothing had happened-- yet undeniably pleased with herself-- and Miersck, strangely-- all the same. "...Not as much of a gentleman as I thought," She teased, suppressing giggles all the while. It was nice to know that she wasn't the only one who couldn't keep her eyes off of her... 'partner', as it were.