Envy beamed, withdrawing his magic from her mind in order to enjoy the simplicity of her company, her warmth. He closed his eyes, listening to her voice, filling his lungs with her scent as it mingled with all the flora around them. 
"I would gladly accept tea anywhere, if you're involved." He answered earnestly. "My room, your room, the roof. So long as you keep me from falling off." He mused, his fingers running gently up her arm. "Do you live here alone? I find I know little about your immediate family, save for you outgrew them quickly."

[hr]
He grunted, opening his eyes a little more. While he'd waited, his mind had gone back to the tent, to the details he'd let slip. The wound he wanted to scar over again. Envy always insisted speaking helped them heal faster, hurt less often, but Ruli had always dismissed the idea. 
Until he'd told her about what he'd been long ago. And the shame had dimmed, even if only slightly. 

But this. No, it could wait. She had enough to face already without having to worry about his issues. The details of his broken life. 
Rolling, Ruli draped his arm over her as well, tugging her closer. 
And slept.