Hello, hello again.

Alamea was very nervous, and it wasn't helping that he wasn't making his reaction obvious. Her tail wagging even harder as he rose to paws. She managed to keep herself seated watching with ever widening orbs as he moved towards her. This time she managed to swallow the whine as he paused. Then he was once more closing the ever dwindling distance between them, his muzzle reaching for her. He connected at the top the top of her neck and she arched her neck in the opposite direction, her body shifting slightly towards him fully accepting the touch. His cool nose tickled her slightly and a slight giggle escaped her before she could stop it.

Alamea could feel him speaking, the movement of his jaw and the inhalation and release of air, and she could hear his voice but only vaguely. Her mind was focusing itself upon the exact spot where he had touching her. It felt as though she could still feel his nose there. They were still pretty close and she could feel the heat coming off of him. Once more she was blushing, this time she did not fight to hide it however. He had spoken his last words and the feeling upon her neck was beginning to fade. It brought with it another eager and unconscious whine. The feeling had been pleasant and it felt almost wrong for it to fade. Alamea looked into his eyes, which she had originally thought rather plain but now seemed utterly fascinating to her. She realized he was waiting on her response.

With a nervous giggle she began to speak the name, voice catching in her throat and so coming out softer than she meant. "Valhalla." Alamea was more than curious what that could mean for him, was what was the Tortugan view on her new home? She wanted so desperately to once more press against him, but kept herself still.