Richie's heart skipped a beat when she looked up at him. He smiled at her and his hand drifted over and brushed the hair on her forehead back behind her ear. Then he realised what he was doing and swallowed, letting his hand fall down to his lap as he looked back down at the drawing, the sparkles glittering on the lines.
He cleared his throat and answered. "It's alright, nothing like the real thing though." He grinned again as he heard Of course not, nothing is! in his head. "Want to come out the weyr one day?"