[ He doesn't even notice, or if he does, he doesn't dare move too much to startle the monarch that's landed on him. He looks at Jayce with a softness in his gaze that is...entirely not subtle in the least in what it means. But he also realizes this and flusters, cheeks becoming dusted in a nice shade of pink, before he goes back to sketching. ] I can tell you think so. You're staring quite-quite intensely at that.

[ It is making him self-conscious to a degree that he doesn't know what to do with it. But he's also not doing anything about it to make Jayce stop. He's enjoying the attention even if he doesn't admit to it. ] You are talking about the butterflies, yes?

[ Not him, right? It couldn't be him...even if he so desperately wants it to be. ]

I managed to find this place looking for a reprieve from the chaotic cacophony of the camp. [ A soft sigh as he finishes up his sketch, and the butterfly will take off only for another to take its place. ] A natural oasis.