[ For a moment, it feels like the conversation is about to get serious, veer back into too-real territory— which is of course entirely her fault for what she said— her cheeks flare once again when he says he doesn't mind, and she nods in mute silence when he asks her in return to be careful with what she does. After all, when she's asking the same of him, it's the very least she can do to agree.

Still, it's a relief when he moves the conversation on, because she doesn't have to dwell in the seriousness of it all for too long.

(The seriousness makes it real, reminds her over and over that she's lying here in the arms of Diluc Ragnvindr, having kissed him twice, having just admitted to liking him in some way, having already clearly confessed an attraction, and— Barbatos help her, regardless of her conflicted feelings, she's glad it's a secret because the people of Mondstadt hate her enough already without this being added to the mix.)

Clearly, the thoughts continue to plague her and nag at her even when he keeps the conversation light, moves it on to the topic of drinks. And maybe he'll see it in the way her smile is strained, the way it doesn't quite reach her eyes, or feel it in the tremble of the fingers still resting on his arms. ]

I'm particularly fond of your establishment's Berry and Mint Burst. On nights off, I just have them spike it. Strong.

[ Somehow, she's not even thinking about their opposing missions on this mountain anymore. That's something to worry about tomorrow. ]