[ Maybe, in another life, at another time. When she was a little older and he was a lot less focused on the Resistance.

At the moment, though, Poe just closes his eyes and drums on empty air. ]

I dunno. It could be sweet, if it wasn't for the whole magic part. [ He's trying not to fidget. He doesn't want her to think that he wants to get away from her. That's not it at all. He's not even sure what it is. He just knows that being held here is making him edgy in a way he didn't expect.

(Being held there, being trapped that's what it is, and as soon as he thinks "I'm trapped" he shoves the thought away as hard as he can. He's fine. They're both fine.) ]

S'fun, learning new traditions and holidays. One of the best parts of spacetravel.