Elara was still coming to terms with the new dynamic of their relationship, never having felt so deeply for anyone before. Their joint confession on Lehanna’s return had left her in such a state of elation and every moment that she spent with her girlfriend, still a term that she was unable to say without turning as red as a tomato, had brought her such joy. She’d never been so happy inside although she did her best to try and keep her composure as much as she could. Elara didn’t want to rush into anything and was more than delighted with how things were progressing but she couldn’t help but worry for her partner. Lehanna had been almost frightened by the mere suggestion of leaving the house at first, the look on her face almost making Elara feel horrible for even suggesting it. She was so new to all of this and in truth, the summoner wasn’t always sure what to say or do but she’d be Lehanna’s side, always.
Dressed like a witch, the Slayer would gently lead her partner towards the festivities, deliberately walking slowly in order to not spook or make things any worse for Lehanna. She didn’t want to be too pushy about this but so dearly wanted to see her friend back to her confident and cheerful self. She held Lehanna’s right hand with her left, trying her best to help support her. It felt a tad embarrassing and her cheeks were slightly red but she was willing to push that all aside.
“If things get too much for you, just tell me and we’ll go back home, OK?” She said gently, her gaze turning towards her partner. Lehanna looked so beautiful in her outfit and Elara’s cheeks turned even redder as she gazed at her. “We’ll just have a look around and see what’s new this time around.” A smile crossed her features, remembering the outfits they wore last year. “At least we won’t have to worry about people asking us to clean this year."