"That's good. Last thing we need is to get soaked." Though by the sound of Lyra's voice, she didn't seem too put off by the idea. Sometimes rain just sounded fun after all.
But she hadn't been thinking when she reached out for his hand, holding it as they found the birds. Lyra wasn't exactly sure why she'd done it. It was impulse. His hand was warm and seemed to fit perfectly with her smaller one. how would it feel to be hugged, to be held by him, his hands running over the curve of her waist...
Yeah, bad road to travel down. Instead, she focused back on the moment and the birds. But Ash had a way about drawing all her attention on her as he whispered in her ear. Blushing lightly, she motioned to the spot with her free hand, not quite wanting to let go of his hand just yet. "Well I was going to suggest that now we sit and you can find out how much I know about you and you know about me while I sketch. That was the deal right?"