[ Short, yes, but maybe longer for someone who's time is inevitably coming to an end. She'd thought he might think about it more, after what they'd talked about earlier...

But he does seem the carefree sort. So, when he deflects, she doesn't think overly much of it. ]

Oh, yes. Thank you. It was a gift from Sumina — have you had the pleasure of meeting her? She is an innkeeper with hair the color of ripe peaches. Eyes like the night sky.

[ Her smile widens, a touch warmer than it might usually look. She's still feeling quite cheered up by it, and by her "friend's" kindness... enough to let it bleed through the slightest amount, even if her description of her is more factual than outright affectionate. ]

She has a very good eye for things of this nature, I've found. Perhaps her work aids her in having a talent for aesthetics.