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Christof's expression became a carefully crafted vision of neutrality as the story was told. His brows furrowed as he tried to digest it, and it's meaning.

"But-you-are-not-The-Moon," He finally signed, slowly. "You-are-Amrita."

Scarentines. Christof let go of her hand, looking down at their feet. He had had plans for Scarentines- for her. After her explosion at him, he had wanted to make it up to her, but she had never showed and he had been too afraid to track her down. The letter had been the next best thing.

But at least he knew why, now.

His brows knit, his chin lifting a fraction as though ready to say something, but his hands fidgeted in front of his chest for a moment. He wasn't sure what to say. By the sounds of it... she was enchanted by a dream- a dream she and the other boil wanted to make reality.

He took a tentative step away, his gaze falling back down to his boots again.

Yes, a lot had happened between then and now. He had helped Calder reach his Manhood, and done a lot of thinking about his own. He had bowed out of Student Council Elections, what had he been thinking, running for such a high position? He was glad Amrita had won. Someone who deserved it. Who people trusted.

His posture was stiff, his expression taught, bracing himself for whatever this decision was.

He shifted, his expression tight and unreadable although his eyes focused elsewhere as he processed this.

No. No, no, no, she couldn't withdraw now, not when he finally understood, not when he wanted to make this right, make the changes he needed to make while he still could. His breathing quickened the more he mulled, trembling as though on the verge of a panic attack.

Finally, he took her wrist in a sharp movement, before lurching to pull her through the door. It may have seemed at first that he was about to throw her out, but he continued down the hall to the back door of the dormitory, his grip firm but not painful.

This was important.

This had to be done.

He, of course, said nothing, eyes forward with determination as he lead her out the back door, across the graveyard, towards the forest and fields at the edges of campus.

He gave a negatory grunt, continuing onward. They didn't venture far into the trees, nowhere illegal or off-limits, but it was definitely off the beaten track. Gravestones marked their path here and there, and Christof lead on in tense silence.

His stomach twisted. He had started this now a long while ago, and even with her anger, her distancing herself, he had kept at it in hopes that he would be able to give it to her. It seemed it was now or never. Eventually the sparse black trees gave way to dim sky and deep color- Orchids, Magnolias, Crocus spread out in various clustered tufts of beauty in the small clearing, edged in rose bushes he had moved there himself.

Shovels weren't just good for digging up the dead. He had found, quietly and lovingly, they were just as good for gardening. Ghouls liked, flowers, he had heard that somewhere- possibly from Calder. So a thousand of them couldn't hurt, right?

Once they were at the center of the natural canvas, he let go of her hand.

He nodded with a grunt before shuffling over to one of the gravestones between two deep purple rose bushes, pointing to where it had been engraved 'Amrita's Garden.' With the date.

It would be a reminder, a garden dedicated entirely to her, to students to come after they had long graduated.

"Good-with-shovel," He signed, flushing as he crouched to fidget with a few weeds that had popped up. "Thought-you-might-like." He signed bashfully once it was taken care of. "Wanted-to-show-you-on-Scarentines-but," He let it hang.

No use in that now. At least it was delivered. "Your-place."

Christof's stitched mouth twitched up at the corners. He was ok with not knowing what to say. He never knew what to say. Instead, he gently brought her hands down from her face, and stooped to kiss the back of her palm.