Fina was happily curled against him, fingers tracing idle designs on his tee shirt as his brushed over her skin. For a moment, she just absorbed the feeling of being with him, in their own little world. She looked up at him. "What are we?" she asked softly, knowing that there was no real polite way to ask and she already know he heard what she was thinking. She watched his face, hand resting over his heart, though she hadn't realized it right away. In her own heart, she knew it didn't matter much what exactly they were, just that she knew what to call it, how to mention it to her parents, her family.