[It is a small hand in his. Thin, deft fingers that used to dance across the keys of a piano. Still, it isn't uncomfortable for her. Yin, however, will not be sharing much with Hei. How she learned of the trades and the deities, and that once he is busy enough to have left her side, she will speak with them. She is not leaving so easily.]
All this leading up to an ice cream cone?