Yang lets Blake take her hand and lead her to the spot under the tree. When she sits down and pats the ground next to her, Yang is all too happy to join her under it. "Good evening for it." Yang agrees. "There were some cabins not far down from here set aside for travellers where I bunked down for the night. I fell asleep to the sound of waves." It was pleasant. Calming. Even back on Patch, the family house is too far inland to get really good sounds of the sea.

"You know, I still have the bottlecap." Yang adds. "It's in Wild Rider's glove compartment. Come find me when we wake up, I'll show it to you." She idly wonders if maybe if some string or a bit of chain presents itself, maybe Yang could work with that. Now that she knows the bottlecap connected them both, it feels wrong to stick it in the glove compartment, even if Yang only did that because she felt it'd be safer in there. It's something she wants to keep closer, now. But that can wait until she wakes up. For now, there's Blake's story about her ring.

Yang pulls up a knee and then rests her arms against it, getting comfortable for what is sure to be a good story.