A girlish blush rises to her cheeks as their hands twine again, and Sookie finds herself distracted by the contact, her thumb brushing gently over the side of his palm. It's such a tiny thing compared to all that they've already done and seen of one another, but there's something about the sunlight that makes her shy, something about taking a few steps back that makes this more serious, and if nothing else, Sookie just doesn't want to mess this up. She's not naive enough to expect a sudden happily ever after for the two of them, but even the start and potential of something deep and lasting, friendship or more, has her heart fluttering against her chest.

"I'll keep that in mind," she tells him, not wanting to seem to eager, and perhaps more importantly, not sure how often she should come over at all. Self-restraint's never been her best skill, and with the three who live in the hut being so much of a family, she doesn't want to intrude too often. Not until she's naturally, perhaps, become part of that group.

Instead, she pushes up on her toes, pressing a brief kiss to the corner of Mathias' lips.