The sound of his laughter warranted that her comminative look was turned on him, though it was one that softened with some surprise as he reached towards her to pull more small leaves from the waves of her hair. She visibly hesitated but didn't pull away, turning her eyes outward to watch the way the wind rustled through the boughs above them. A blush colored her cheeks, but it was less the furious crimson that was so typically the reaction to his antics and more a color like that of the Mimosa blossoms themselves.
"I was going to." No point lying about it. "But I honestly thought you'd also be preoccupied, before you... said what you did." She turned and set her shoulders back against the trunk beside him, still deliberately not looking at him. She was unaccustomed to going so long without him infuriating her, less so to engaging in real, honest conversations with him. It felt uncomfortable, like traversing a familiar path with a blindfold on, but there was a sense of relief there, too.
For some reason she felt sure that if this had gone differently, if this last interaction had been more aligned with how they normally were together, she would have had regrets when she departed tomorrow. She was still unsure why that was, but she figured at the very least it was something. "I'll write you as soon as I'm settled in, then. I'm sure it will make our mothers happy, too."
She fell quiet for some time, still seemingly mesmerized by the soft fluttering of leaves as they snowed to the ground from the upper branches. The same upper branches where he'd saved her. "It looks like gold rain, doesn't it?" she mused absently.