For a good, long time, Rowan would have done anything to make Citra smile. It's good to see it now, despite the circumstances, or maybe because of them. There's no reason to do anything but smile right now. They're just two friends, reuniting after a long time. (Very long, for Rowan.)

That's all, right?

His hands itch with the desire to touch her more, anywhere really, just to assure himself that she's real and whole and there. But he takes them away politely to shove them in the pockets of his jeans. Ducking his head, Rowan tries to hide a snort and bites his lip.

"I, ah... I work at a store. Selling little mechanical inventions. Toys, mostly."

This is so, so ridiculous.

"Sometimes he teaches me how to make things."