Breathlessly, clearly a bit drunk on the kisses, "Ylva!"

Erin nips her wildflower on the neck before burying her face there where she's safe from further kissing, warm and red faced, Mantle crackling merrily to mock her melting. "You've got my scent, love. I can never be far from you. I'll...drop by later? Say um. Sevenish?"

Plenty of time to clear the cabin.