"Okay." Dahlia gives his hand a little squeeze, her almost sleepy smile returning. "Then I won't."

There's a patient calm to her tone and her expression. There's no pressure. Everything is still fine. She'll follow his pace... with the occasional nudge if he's stalling out. But despite the beautiful stars and the glow of the lanterns all around, all she seems to want to look at is him. Hopefully that fact will offer some encouragement.