Elleru might be having the time of her life, but she's aware enough to feel eyes on her; she turns a small circle, trying to look casual as she surveys her surroundings, only for her gaze to fall on a familiar face across the way. Ah, one of the few people in Anchor who can make her feel short by comparison.

A wide smile cuts across Elleru's face as she saunters in Scaramouche's direction, extending her hand toward him once she's in reach. She brushes her nails against the paper flower in his lapel, her eyes glittering as she beams at him, her tone smooth as she lays her other hand at the side of his neck.

"You kept it."