While Ryan had been drinking, Dinaia's expression had gone from embarrassed, to calm, then soft, as she looked at him. She accompanied him in silence, letting the same breeze that was blowing the light red hair blow her own blond hair.
She watched in silence until Ryan drifted into sleep, before her expression turned soft. Actually, it had started turning soft when Ryan had stopped paying attention to her, when he had gotten lost into the vast blue of the sky.
She remained sitting there looking at Ryan for a while longer, letting the wind and the clear sky seemingly wrap around them. It was only when the curtain was moved by the wind to block part of the sunlight that she snapped out of her state of appreciation.
