One member of the crowd clapped louder than the rest as the little show ended, hanging around long after the crowd was gone. She waited patiently off to the side as Dustfinger packed up, Gwin running over her hands as if trying futilely to get away. When he seemed to be done, she walked up to him, cocking her head to the side. Her hair went from its usual array of colors to a fiery orange, and she gave him a quizzical look.
"Is this yours?" She held out Gwin with a hand closed around his chest, tight but not to the point of crushing him. Yet.