She watches the blush pulling across his cheeks and, at the same time, she can feel her own flaring hotter still. She knew this feeling... vaguely. She remembered it from the curse. Sometimes it was like it had been as though a dream but... as soon as she felt it again, she remembered it starkly. It was... this was.... She doesn't even realize how fast her heart is suddenly beating.
She swallows, softly, not even realizing how red her cheeks have gotten, nor how breathless her voice sounds when she whispers back to him, fingers still tracing softly along his cheek and then down, along his jaw to his chin, making absolutely no protest to the way he lifts her, though her other hand curls up around his shoulder, gently, as he does.
"... I know you'd never hurt me purposefully... I've always thought that..." She pauses, breifly, biting her bottom lip a little against the familiar yet strange feelings, before she continues, voice soft and breathless.
"... I trust you, Knuckles... completely... I always will... I promise..."