[ He wishes that she were able to see it, how she blooms and effloresces day by day—he remembers it vividly, still, the very first time when he'd made to embrace her; how she'd tensed, pushed against him, and recoiled back as he fell in an (embarrassing) sprawl of limbs upon the floor—there is hurt, pain which will never be entirely gone from her, but she is enduring and beautiful, every bit as much the spitfire of a girl he'd sworn her to be in the wake of Capablanca's storm. And now... now she is able to tolerate the warm weight of his hand resting atop her shoulder, the gentle affection which he has always held for her, if only because her curiosity demands that she inspect every last inch of the camera which Sion has come into possession of.

A hum upon his lips, he smiles, silvered lashes hooding over gold as she marvels over modern convenience, and tells him of her father, sister, and mother; of memories (fond ones) and cloying, chemical smells which had been a source of humor in her childhood. But then, comfortable as she'd been, she bounces back, turning to him (and away from his touch) as she...!!!

Oh. There are times when Sion does well and truly wonder if his Lady does not possess some secret, uncanny sixth sense he so happens to be unaware of. ]

If I were not careful, would I have been able to capture so many photographs? [ A slight huff, a (theatrical) puff of his cheeks. No, he'll most certainly not be saying that he'd crashed down onto the unsuspecting masses from on high during his tour of Gammon—she would only scold him for being careless. ] Next time, I shall take you with me.

[ —declared, with a decisive nod of head! ]

There is nothing more breathtaking than viewing the landscape below from on high.

[ Though...

Now that Cheshire has made his second daring escape of the day, Alice's hands are now free—not for Sion to take into his own, but for the camera in its decorative black and gold to be pressed gently into her hold. ]

But before then, would you like to photograph Cheshire's first day at home? [ ...as the little kitten starts to bat at the corners of curled parchment, threatening to crease them forever!! Oh no. Sion is quick to scoop the kitten up again—this time, the action is bereft of hesitance—rescuing his hand-drafted maps. And this time, Cheshire will not be so lucky as to make a third escaping act! Strategically, Sion shifts way from the table, leaving no viable escape routes readily at hand...! ]

We will need to find a proper source of lighting, though. [ ...Sion you are a source of ambient lighting... ]