"Nothing," she said, looking down, blushing harder than before. Her hand toyed with the blanket. She felt shy about these feelings, something that hadn't disappeared or completely left her. He seemed to always be on her mind, but whether it would be welcomed, she could not be sure.

"I was simply thinking," she began, scrambling for something other than her desires to tell him. "What else I could give you for your name day. Certainly you want more than a cake?"