She quiets when he does, moving closer, toward the edge. Ruby tilts her head up to meet Asbjørn's eyes, with a little smile. Moonlight spills over her hand and down to the glowing surface of the pool when she lifts it, just barely touching the collar of his shirt.

She wants to say something, but she's afraid of ruining the stillness, somehow. Like if she does say what's on her mind, the spell--the moonlight's, maybe--will change.