[ he laughs at her impression of anna. and tries to imagine it all, overwhelmed by attempting to picture something he's barely begun to understand. she had a freedom she hardly knows she had. with the chance to go outside, ride a horse, build snowmen, even opt to do none of those at all, he envies her for the upbringing she had, for the chances she took to spend time with her sister without needing to be shushed when they grew too loud. ]

It must've been nice to be able to feel the sun like that. To do any of that.

[ all they had on the ark was the dull glow of the lights. everything on the ark was now dull in comparison to what he'd learned on the ground and in this city. placing his hands on the top of the table, he curls his palms against the edge, fingers tapping momentarily against the surface before he stills them. ]

[ he lowers his gaze, a fond, small smile blossoming on his lips. ] Octavia used to wake me up real early to go into the jungle. Or to tell her about the stars again. [ he shrugs his shoulders, shifting in his seat. ]

[ leaning forward, he rests his arms on the table against the lip of his plate. looking up at her, he smiles as he teases, ] I'm glad you did more than just play in the snow.