Ryden smiled. Truly smiled, from ear to ear. Honestly, she had absolutely no idea why that small phrase made her so happy, but it did. Saying nothing, the brunette opted instead to watch his hands. They looked almost freakishly large next to hers, but she bit her lip slightly and held her breath, waiting until he'd fastened the bracelet around her wrist.

For some reason, even after he was done, Ryden found she couldn't tear her eyes away from his fingers, which were doing strange things on her wrist and causing it to tingle in a very odd way. Odd, but not bad. More... oddly pleasant. Something like that.

So, when he said that he liked her hands after holding one, the brunette's face broke out into a grin and she looked up at him, catching his gaze. "My small hands, Orlando?" she asked, and cocked her head to side in an amused sort of way.

She wouldn't punch him this time, that was for sure.

"Thank you. It's... it's really nice," Ryden added, her voice coming out a little odd in the still air of the summer surrounding them. This whole thing was very strange. But not a bad strange. Nope, not bad at all.