Araceli may feel a moment's self-consciousness over her own words, but Fern looks anything but uncomfortable. The expression on her face walks that thin line between happiness and longing--happiness for Araceli, because clearly she herself is very happy to be with this lady Korrin, and longing because she's a girl of eighteen who has never been in love.

She drops her eyes and turns her attention to Rooster for a moment, stroking his nose and letting him whuffle at her fingers. "...I didn't even know that was possible," she admits, shy and self-conscious, and sends one more little glance Araceli's way. "Between girls, I mean. My parents want me to get married to some stupid boy on the farm next to ours, but he's such a brat, and I never liked him." A pause, and she chews her lower lip, blushing. "...um, his sister was always very nice to me, though."