She took one last moment to appreciate his closeness, looking up into his eyes, and being able to marvel that they were bluer than the sky behind him. Was it really so fair for him to have picked a vessel that looked like that? Her life might have been a lot easier if he'd been a plain man. She let their hands fall between them before turning back towards their destination. Giving him a little tug via their joined hands, she led him on. She tried to picture how they must look to others, who didn't know what they were. They probably looked normal. Two people, a new couple maybe, still in the stage of infatuation that came before love. The little box she'd locked her feelings in rattled ominously in the back of her mind, and she steadfastly ignored it. She squeezed his hand instead, guiding him without looking back. She was suddenly looking forward to this much more than she had before, though she still found the idea of such human activities to be mundane. How much excitement could she really be expected to have on a ferris wheel after all? But then she thought about it a little harder, thought of sharing the car with him, her leg pressed against his, pausing at the top and watching him take in the view. The idea had more merit than she'd realized. They could be normal for a day. They could be human, and they could be together.