[Maelle loves her space, but she loves Gustave more. Waking up in the manor without him, not knowing if he was dead on that beach or alive and lost... it had frightened her. She still wanders to the edges of camp sometimes to have a moment or two alone, but she often finds herself trotting back to his side. Like now.]

Can't I just come over to say hi?

[Of course she can. She grins at him, bumping him with her shoulder.]

... and I was dismissed from that task the third time I described a rock as rocky. Alas, my vocabulary is insufficient.