Simply being touched was something Lulu had missed without even realizing it. Without thinking about it, she arched into his touch, eyes closing. "It's still very kind of you," she murmured. She was loathe to move away from his touch so she lingered there, leaning forward like a kitten trying to get scritched behind the ears.
"I'm all right," she smiled. Her voice wasn't the best she'd ever heard - Yuna's was better - but she liked the sound of it well enough.
The waiter's voice gave her pause and she leaned back, straightening her skirt. "I'd love to." She was actually fond of looking at scenery; it had been her habit to sit outside of her tent at night and look around, even while her companions had slept.