Ivy saw the expression on Milia's face and smiled, her motions growing ever so slightly more intense in response to the approval. A pirouette and dropping low to the floor, rising and discarding the first of the scarves...Ivy slowly drew closer to Milia, nothing in her mind but memories and training. In spite of her lack of practice, she'd kept her body in shape such to properly perform the dance as she'd been taught, slowly molding the dance to be unique, a dance<em>just</em>for Milia.