[Back on track. The part of him that is still straining a bit against the confines of his trousers might beg to differ, but discomfort has already begun to ebb as he's shifted his thoughts elsewhere, more focused on the present moment than what had almost been.]

It's nothing terribly big, and I suppose not necessarily part of Simril— we don't tend to give gifts during its celebration, but I've come to understand that's a highlight of the Christmas season, which I have very much enjoyed having the opportunity to learn about.

[He offers another cheerful smile as he shifts to sit up properly, taking a moment to slip his arm back into its sleeve and arranging his tunic so that he's not quite so exposed to the cool air by doing so. He proceeds to pull something shaped suspiciously like a book out of thin air, as though there were an invisible shelf in front of him, and it reveals itself to be a package neatly wrapped in green paper with gold trimming.]

I realize Christmas is still a few days away, but since I'd planned tonight to be for us, I thought it might be an opportune time to give it to you. [He holds it out to her in offering.] And— perhaps a part of me wanted to be the first to give you something.