[ She's so petite compared to him that she can just sink into his arms in the embrace, but she tries her best to be big enough to hug him back fully. They both could use the affection. He's the first person she's actively hugged since Quentin, too uncomfortable to allow people close. Trust can't be something forced, only earned. Julia smiles up at him, and the butterfly flutters around her head still, and around his hand while doing so.

He'll tell her when he's ready, she believes that. And if he never is, that's okay too.]

Come and sit with me.

[ Julia takes his hand from her hair and tugs on it, stepping over to one of the flowered areas that covers the ground beneath. He'll find when he sits it's like any other time sitting in a field of flowers, although she would be surprised if he's ever done that before. It smells sweet and the butterflies will land on him if he lets them. ]

I was thinking what I would do if I met her. I think I heard they do more feelings than words, so like ... preparing a feeling bomb sort of, to express what I need.

[ She puts her fingers into the ground and flowers start to bloom even farther away now. Soon this entire area will be made of color. Her skin is glowing at the moment, so at peace with this thing she made. ]

But I figure I have to keep proving myself to her. Take care of the settlement, make their harvests better.