She unearths herself enough to allow her eyes to peek up at him, keeping the rest of her face hidden. She can't see them herself, of course, but she knows the swirl of stardust in her eyes is on fire, shifting and changing and morphing like a brilliant explosion of color and light. Even more than the usual shift whenever she might catch sight of him. She feels very much like the fluttering, floating butterflies they'd seen only weeks before.

Face still partially buried, she nods against him.

"Please do."