Yuna was modest around him, sneaking glances only once in a while and sure that it was when he could not see. She felt blessed to have met Hannibal and hoped that her heart could heal with this man, much as she tried to not admit it to herself.
Her eyes dropped down to their touching hands, the back of her neck tingling and flushing. It would always amuse her how quickly it was that they seemed to reach places, easily passing the time with their animated chatter. She slipped through the door and faced him, asking, "Do you mean their true names or the ones I've given them?"