Aaralyn giggled as she stepped into a dance she knew well. She put her hand on his shoulder and one in his hand. She could feel his arm around her waist holding her close as she moved them both into a slow dance. Her favorite song came to mind and she began to hum softly before she sang the words of the old Irish song that her grandfather had taught her to dance to. It was amazing dancing in the air, disconnected from the ground below. Aary felt at peace right here with him.