The way they moved with one another was natural, not awkward. When he moved, she moved. It was simple as that. So when she found him with his head in her lap, her hand over his heart, she didn’t think much of it. She played with his hair a little bit with her free hand, reassured by the steady rhythm under her palm. She could spend forever just with him...not even speaking, just being.
At his question, she tilted her head a bit, happy that he seemed successfully distracted, that he had found something to be his ‘favorite.’ But she had no idea what it was and she wasn’t going to guess just then, “Hmmm...I haven’t a clue. What’s your favorite part?”
She hoped that he wouldn’t keep her in suspense. There were moments when she had her good guesses, but for the most part, she just left the Divination up to him. He was the one with the talent in that area.