[Lucretia wishes she has more words to describe the situation, the feeling of Lup pressing herself close, but it's just comfort. It's just something warm, and familiar. If she were being cruel to herself, she would describe it as feeling young again.

But that's not coming back. And dwelling on it now would only be taking her away from Lup, which she never wants to do even to herself.]

You're not the only one who's made mistakes, Lup. I don't hold your choices against you. Someone needed to do something. I only wish I had stepped forward before you had to.

[She walks with Lup outside, eyes scanning the garden before she picks a nook to the side. There's plenty of visuals of the garden itself, but also space where they can see over the flowers to the beach and ocean on the horizon. Most importantly, it's quiet, save for the sound of the babbling fountain and Lup's sweet words filling her ears.]

So, are you planning on posing for me? Or were you just wanting to watch? Either way, I'm sure it will be enjoyable, but anything's more beautiful with you.

[Gods, she wants to swallow her own tongue. She blushes, just a bit more, but doesn't have a good cover for how embarrassing that sounded, so she'll just try to let it pass.]