"Patrol," he says succinctly, and then reaches out and gently lays a daisy chain crown over her hair, with an awkward little smirk, his cheeks darkening slightly in the moonlight as he arranges it to his satisfaction. Her own feel overheated too, and she lowers her gaze, feeling oddly tight in her chest. "There. Perfect," he says dryly, of the daisy crown he wove for her, then: "We should go back in. It's nearly three, and I have an early start tomorrow."