Nyas watched as she began warming up. He enjoyed ballet, particularly on ice, immensely. So whenever he got the chance to do it he did it. He smiled as he watched her warming up. He could see a life and fire coming to her eyes. She was going into her element. She was forgetting about the here and now. She was returning to life and vigor. Soon she would begin to dance. He watched with great enthusiasm as she began a ballet he had never seen before. It was beautiful. It was amazing. It was awe inspiring. He wanted to see more and was greatly saddened when it ended. Watching her slide into a split with extreme ease and skill. It was beautiful. He began clapping soon as she was finished. "Magnificent. It was breathtaking beyond compare." He said honestly.<br/><br/>He walked over to where she had taken to standing once more. Walking over to her and smile. He looked at her. Extending his hand. "But of course." He said with a smile. "The honor and pleasure is mine." He said. He took ahold of her hand and began to dance the Nutcracker with her. Humming it under his breath to give them the tempo and the beat. The music to go with the dance. He smiled at her. "Not a very long one I can see you are growing tired. It is alright to tell me you need to stop. We can always dance again another time." He said. Moving through her with the same steps. Going in tune with her as if they had danced together for years. As if this was not the first time they had moved across the floor in ballet together. He moved with delicacy and grace. A beautiful fluid movement that seemed like he was gliding instead of walking.