Vianna's smile widened and turned rather giddy as Ferris replied to her comment in flawless French, calling her the nickname she had come to love so much in these past few weeks with him. She was quiet for a few moments, merely admiring his features from this new point of view before turning her head and looking over at the shore. The fire had completely died out by now and the only source of light they had left was the moon shining up in the dark sky. She sighed and turned back to the boy before her with a weak smile. "I don't want to let you go yet," she told him.