It's very pretty. Usually that would be a good enough answer for them. This time they feel deflected.

They catch that little stumble. They want to look up, but they don't.

"...No," They say softly, sounding almost curious over their own answer. "No, I don't think I do."

Maybe someday. But even then, even with treasuring this moment, they realize they've flown too far.

"Let's go back down. I still wanted to show you something. Even if it isn't as pretty."