Syrisa sat with her spell book in her lap, memorizing spells after having transcribed her new ones into the heavy tome. She fidgeted, switching positions several times to try and appeal relaxed and nonchalant. The truth was that she was nervous. What if Emma did not like the dress? What if Emma thought it was too revealing? She heard the woman on the other side of the door and shifted again, trying to look like she had not been nervously awaiting Emma's return.<br/><br/>When the door opened and Emma stood there staring, Syrisa bit her lower lip. When Emma blushed she looked simply adorable and Syrisa was relieved. She took that as a good sign. Syrisa's body trembled slightly when she saw Emma's eyes raking over her. At the compliment, Syrisa smiled.<span style="color: indigo"> "What, this old thing?" </span>She teased with a giggle, running her fingers along the neckline of the dress. She smiled a little more when she saw Emma's eyes following the path of her fingers. The redhead found an immense amount of joy in teasing her protector.<span style="color: indigo"> "Thank you Emma."</span>She said, patting the cushion next to her indicating that Emma should sit.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>