[ one more time with feeling... she's cozy this time.

As for the question, she uncharacteristically doesn't answer right away, smoothing out the blanket in her lap as he comes to settle in with her. ]

I like the night. Lights always look much prettier during that time.

[ Which doesn't really answer the question directly. Tilting her head up to look at the canopy of stars, her gaze lacks any real enthusiasm for the sight itself. ]

But sometimes... I get frightened, looking out at the stars.