Illi looked up at the sky, admiring the pretty orange and red hues. She had always loved sunsets—first off, they were romantic; but even more than that, she loved imagining that someone stroked it with a giant paintbrush. At this point, however, there was also a feeling of sadness that accompanied the admiration. After all, a lowering sun meant that her wonderful day would be ending.
Davishire's words confirmed just that and Illi turned her gaze to him. His sweet words made her blush, especially when she realized that what he had said was true for her, too. She loved many people, but more often than not she preferred to have her nose in a book. Not today... today was something different.
"Of course you can, Davishire," she replied with a sweet smile. "I would be delighted. Always feel free to stop by my manor in Uthlyn... I'll do my best to keep my siblings from hitting you again." Illi laughed lightheartedly before curtsying and finishing, "I hope to see you soon, my king!" Then she turned around and headed back to her inn, humming lightly to herself and wondering when she would be able to see Davishire next.