[ Just like Thoma, Ayaka comes away from this moment with a fluttering feeling in her heart, but one ushers in a certain feeling, like standing on the edge of a cliff, in those moments before one is meant to take a leap of faith.

Perhaps they ought to have a conversation about this. This is the second time that they've kissed, now, though both times have been brought on by the magic that permeates this entire realm. It would be wise of them to come to an understanding that there isn't a deeper meaning to either of those times... right? And that's what would be best for them... right?

As always, it's Thoma's voice that reels her back in before her mind can overthink everything. There will be plenty of time for that later on, she imagines, once they've parted ways for the evening and returned to their respective cottages back in the village...

Never mind, he says, but something tugs at Ayaka, and makes her wonder what the words could have been, a small hope lingering within her that maybe she's wrong about them and the nature of their relationship. That maybe there's something beneath... But, ah, never mind.

Though, speaking of magical effects... ]

Thoma, perhaps... The fear you are feeling is another magical effect of sorts...? [ unless he's developed a sudden, genuine fear of the dark, but?? ] If we believe this to be the case, then maybe thinking of it as a fabricated feeling can help ease your mind.

[ Ah... But wouldn't the same apply to the unspoken feelings between them...? Don't overthink, don't overthink... She leans down to pick up the basket again, brushing a few of the petals that haven't already blown away in the breeze into it. ]

Regardless, you're right. We should make haste so we can return home...