[ The moment that Thoma brings his hand beneath her chin to tip her head back, it occurs to her to tell him that a cheek kiss would do. It would more than suffice. And yet the moment, too, that she finds herself gazing into his spring green eyes just as she had that night a month ago, she can't bring herself to say much of anything.

Soon enough, their lips meet, somehow bearing with it a degree of certainty - and some tentativeness to it, too, as if they're both dancing on the precipice of something they continue to shy away from. Her heart feels full, fit to bursting, and she nearly forgets that this kiss was entirely a necessity, to begin with. It's not until he's asking her how she feels that it even crosses her mind again.

...She waits, a moment. What if that didn't work? Would he heave to kiss her again...?

But a moment passes, silent, and signaling the end of her magically-induced hiccups. However, it does not signal the end of her face reddening almost to match the red of Thoma's jacket. ]

I... I feel alright. Good, even.

[ And maybe not just because her hiccups are gone. ]

Goodness, I... I made a mess of our petals. We should gather them all up again before they blow away in the breeze...