Oh. Keqing's hand is warm. Her fingers are soft, too. Xiangling knows she's got callouses from a lifetime of cooking and burning her fingers, and it's hardly like Keqing doesn't work, but it's a different sort of work, and for someone so talented and hard working, it's almost cute how dainty Keqing's fingers can feel.

Xiangling picks up the ceramic plate with her dinner on it, scooting closer to Keqing so she can sit next to her, resuming eating with one hand. She can't help but looking at her girlfriend, looking as the dying light catches the silhouette of her face, of her features. Even as she pops the next dumpling into her mouth, she's still looking.

Ah, her heart's starting to race.

She chews, chews, swallows. Her cheeks feel hot.

"...I kinda feel warm, too," she says. "So that's probably it. H-haha, my heart's beating a little faster, too."

She really just wants to finish her food so she can kiss her girlfriend.