Slowly does his gaze divert from their contact—; choosing to stare at the scenery blurring in their movement, though he doesn’t speak yet. Instead, he’s quietly contemplating on what choice he should make.

It’s after feeling the subtle movement of her thumb that he finally responds; his gaze turning to meet hers, his helm tilting slightly. “. . . Maybe when we get there. I know it isn’t. . . Forbidden anymore. . . It’s simply just. . . New.”

Slowly following her down the ramp, he’d glance around for a moment. Taking in the unfettered sights before moving to her side. “. . . It’s beautiful here.” His words were quiet, though he knew this would likely be the best location to shake his tension.

“I’m not worried about being attacked. . .” He pauses for a moment, his stance shifting so he could better support her if she so chose to lean. “. . . I’m. . . Worried about relaxing—, about losing my edge. . .”

A hum of thought escapes, though he offers a small nod. At least that would keep him active—, though he’s not too sure what to do while he’s idle. “. . . Sounds like a plan.”

Following behind her; he ponders her question before shaking his head, though he does peer past her to view the inside of the home. “. . . No, no. I don’t need any special treatment.”

A curt nod is given—; hands slowly rising to remove the helm from his head before settling in on the countertop, his eyes blinking briefly to adjust. “Lead the way—, I’m right behind you.”

Feeling the slight touch; his hand turns over, palm facing upwards now. Offering itself to her. The silence between them was appreciated; giving them ample time to enjoy the quiet sounds of their surroundings, giving them a chance to relax.

With her hand pressing into his; the males fingers spread, opting to grip hold of her hand. He can feel his tension fading and washing away—, though an eye does peek open. Just to steal a brief glance at the woman by his side.

Basked in warm sunlight, and the warmth of good company? He has half a mind to simply drift off under the sun. Instead he opts to relax; sprawled out across the grass, simply letting his mind wander to aimless thoughts.

Another quick peek is made, the male turning his head to cast a glance her way. The slightest of smiles beginning to form as he lets his thumb gently brush against her knuckles before he turns his gaze back toward the sky.

Upon seeing her smile and feeling the subtle squeeze of her hand, his smile grows just a bit wider. Though he slowly releases her hand—, opting to rise to his feet. The males hands remove his undersuit so he could slip into the water.

Striding into the water; he turns his gaze back toward her before letting his shoulders rise and fall in a small shrug, a smile forming. “. . . Mhm, we did say we’d swim.”