I was going to ask waiting for what but... you're right. It feels... no, you're right. [Something about it feels anticipatory. Like it's not just hanging in the air, it's staying in place.

A shiver runs through her and she rubs at the gooseflesh on her arms.]

I just came from a place where the sun only sets for a few hours, in the summer. We were celebrating Midsommar, actually. Thus... [She gestures to her dress. White, with delicate blue embroidery. A few flowers still sticking stubbornly to the capelet over her shoulders.]

I was the May Queen.