Daphne had forgotten Artemis, Eros' arrow only making her see Apollo. Loved tended to make you do foolish things, and right now all she wanted was his attention.
She smiled to the compliment, resting her head on his shoulder as if she was not bound to his sister. All was forgotten but this moment. "Doing well now."
Her eyes settled on the snow, feeling awkward and unsure. The fact that she'd never felt bad about not knowing how to act in a romantic situation was beyond her. Right now she was just intent upon pleasing him, even if she had no idea how she was supposed to go about that.
"The day is nice." She glanced to him and bit her lip, "I would like...to do something for you." Love did make you do crazy things at times, and she was sure he knew what she was supposed to be doing. After all he was the god and she only a nymph. Right now it seemed perfectly reasonable to honor him.