Romilda noticed the concern in his eyes and it sent a warm fuzzy feeling through her being. It was nice to have someone care for you.
"Thank-you, I knew I could count on you to care for me," she reached a hand out toward the hand that now held the helicopter. "It's nice," her eyes followed it up the smile remaining on her face, not because of the invention, but because of his presence. "Twirly," she giggled bringing her other hand up to twist her hair while she really wished she could run her fingers through his. "You have beautiful hair."