The sorrow does make the sweet ever sweeter. [ He agreed with her, letting go of her hand when she crouched to get the feather, the other staying with hers it was his turn to blush and as pale as he is its very clear he's blushing.] Thank you, Ava.

[ He finally let go of her hands completely to take the feather, one hand run under his hair softly finding the empty clip he used both hands to slip the feather and clip back into place. ] They come loose sometimes. ANd yes, I would love that, I look forward to it.