It could have been a passing cloud, who knows. [It is good that she has him to touch. And good that he is smiling. That nudges her onward and she is more wistful about it than sad. Her fingers slide against his cheek slowly and she hums.] Perhaps, as always, I was trying to find you.

[And then she''s laughing as she boops him on the nose.]

Here we are, though. [She inches up a little to turn her lips against, well, wherever they happen to fall, and she is all joy.] Found.