'He still looks so fetching when he blushes.' Is the thought that goes through Sadie's mind as she continues to stare at Ben, there was so many small, new things overlaying the older, more familiar aspects of her boyfriend that just couldn't be seen in the videos they recorded. She wanted to know it all.

"It still seems weird that such a small gap changes so much," Sadie comments, glancing down at the space between them, "I'm glad it's small enough to do this though." She glances back up and pauses. Right, Ben's taller like this, she needs to look further up to meet his eyes. Her cheeks darken and she chuckles, clearly embarrassed, "That'll take a bit of getting used to. It's different, but I don't think that it's bad different."

Fully taking in the set up that Ben made, and she's going to assume she helped a bit, she heads over to sit in her half, happy to be out of the drizzle and angles herself to face Ben as he sits down, mindful of the invisible line between them. Sitting down Ben's change in bult becomes a bit more evident and something to ponder in more detail in a moment because she has just noticed how wet his hair is. Frowning, Sadie pulls her rucksack towards her and starts rifling through until she pulls out a microfiber towel.

"You're all wet, let me dry your hair for you. We don't want you catching a cold." Sadie offers, really any excuse to touch Ben's hair, although she had claws over there now didn't she? She wasn't sure if they were retractable or not. Was there stuff that she didn't do because of them?