She looks lovely. He's biased; he always thinks she looks lovely, but there's no doubt that lavender suits her. The bright aqua of her eyes pierces through the filigree mask, and he has a hard time looking away.

"That's true. It doesn't seem as though anyone's shut out of any area, regardless of faction." He smiles. "Flowers in the dead of winter aren't to be missed."

He slips his arm through hers and walks with her through the door. Almost at once his skin prickles with warmth. The smells, and the thrum of life filling the air, are almost overwhelming.