Xylia fluttered her wings happily, returning the hug before looking up at Elspeth again. "So, what should we do now?" she wondered. As much as she wanted to just snuggle with Elspeth all day, they really couldn't stay in the nest forever. She wondered what else there was to this...being connected. Did they have to touch all the time? That would be awkward trying to do things. No, that would be impractical. Xylia twirled one of her tendrils again as she thought.
"Are you still hungry for lunch?" she asked again, not really sure if the question had been answered or not. She had gotten confused with the last response on that topic. She started to think about what she could make for Elspeth to eat. There were wild, sweet onions somewhere, and she could make fire, though she was very careful with it. Maybe something hot. She remembered that many other races used fire a lot and ate hot meals. But they also ate a lot of meat as well... hm, that might be a problem if Elspeth liked meat. They very well couldn't hunt the animals! But, maybe if they were old...they would die anyway and then it wouldn't be so bad... the thought still bothered Xylia. She decided that if it came to meat, she'd let Elspeth have the old animals, and she'd let the elf cook it too.
All the while she was carried away with her thinking, Xylia had squirmed her way into Elspeth's lap, trying to find a more comfortable position, and still twirling her tendrils. They were still covered in the gentle blossoms from earlier, and if Elspeth looked closely, it would look as if the flowers themselves were breathing as they waxed and waned in their movements.