Anybody could look around and see that this was an orchard full of apples. There was evidence directly contradicting the idea that Idun was savoring this piece of fruit because it was the only apple she had to share with him. In some remote, quiet, drowned-out corner of her mind, she just didn't want to see him leave, and it seemed rather logical for him to go after the apple was nothing but a core. So the fruit had to last. It was like that road all over again, except Idun wasn't as happy to see an end as Bragi had been. In some remote, quiet, drowned-out corner of her mind, Idun really wanted Bragi to stay. Consciously, however, she wasn't allowing any of this reasoning anywhere near the surface.
Her eyebrows lifted slightly when he promised to catch her. It took every ounce of control Idun had not to fall beneath the comforting caress of a statement like that. Even if he was talking about leaps of faith, Bragi was telling her he was dependable. He was someone she could trust. He wouldn't let her fall. It was romantic and sweet and touching, and the breath she carefully let out was shaky despite her best efforts. Holding his gaze became a luxury she couldn't afford, and in a very bashful manner, Idun looked down at her own lap as she worked out how to respond to something like that. Didn't she long for romantic adventures, for sweet words? Idun looked back at Bragi. But he wants to get married, she reminded herself. And then it was alright to fall just slightly into the blue of his eyes. "You're rather convincing when you want to be," she admitted with a soft breath of laughter. She was ridiculous and laughing at herself, but laughter was laughter. "Whenever the urge to pick an apple strikes you, you're more than welcome to stop by."
Idun could only hope she wouldn't regret that offer. Wanting him around was simply the desire of a friend. If she said as much enough times, maybe it'd be true. But then, how could she gently remind herself of anything when Bragi was prattling on about walking and talking as if those were the only two activities on that road, save a little bit of breathing. On Bragi's part. Idun forgot how to breathe for a while there. "You..." Idun paused. Faltered, technically. Her system was flooded, rather appropriately, with confusion. It was one thing to act like a kiss was inconsequential. It was something else entirely to act like the kiss had never happened at all. She blinked twice, then exhaled loudly, a sigh that wasn't quite a sigh. The wrong emotions were involved, it couldn't be a sigh, but it was close. "You kissed me. There was a transitional rift, and you pulled me close when you told me about it, and then you stepped across, so it would be safe, and then you kissed me," she told him. Bragi said there was no rift. There was no reason to forget. "Twice."