[She’ll take this responsibility to her grave.]

[Aubrey follows Eren’s glance up, at the moon’s spotlight through the tree. No wonder she could see him so clearly, even if her eyes are still bleary and tired.... It might have been embarrassing, with her face still red, but Eren’s voice and hand keep that at bay, too.]

[Although it’d be nice to survey the hill a little more, maybe try to see where that music’s coming from… that’d mean moving her head, and she doesn’t want Eren to stop. So Aubrey’s full attention settles back on him, his quiet nostalgia. It’s a little funny to see his messy strands float up like that; Aubrey doesn’t quite smile, but there’s a trace of one in her eyes as she finally wills one hand to leave him, only to brush those strands aside.]

[There’s a faint confusion with the breeze, too, like she’s forgotten something. Maybe best not to dwell on it…?]

This is nice. [Aubrey’s voice is still soft. She is, theoretically, talking about the place. Her gaze is fixed on the gentle storm of his eyes, instead.] Really nice....