If they'd spoken about it, the darker parts of themselves, they would likely have found too many similarities in the way their thoughts turned. She wasn't worried about him hurting her, not in the slightest, but she was concerned still about her presence being a poison in his life. It was a thought she did her best to ignore in favor of time in the Italian sun, but it snuck in at quiet moments, insisting that it was only a matter of time. Because it always was. She knew that she was too broken for it not to spill over onto the people around her. Especially those who were closest and most caring. And she also knew that she should leave before that happened, but the quiet in this place made her reluctant, made her think that maybe this time it would be alright. Maybe. (She didn't know how many 'maybe's they had between them.)
The reassurance that her Italian was getting better earned a soft, short breath of laughter and a shake of her head. She looked up at him and her eyes were warm for just a moment, amused. in her quiet way. "I don't think it counts as 'better' if I started at less than nothing." She paused as her feet continued to move forward. "I understand more than I can speak so far, but I think that's normal? I think I read that somewhere about learning a different language."
It would take more than a few words to reassure her that she wasn't at least some sort of inconvenience. It was an opinion built on years of thought and experience, trailing all the way back to her sightless childhood in her parents' home. She wasn't aware how all those years warped her viewpoint of her place in other people's lives, and that sort of history wasn't erased overnight. Even if there was sun and an Italian villa.
As for the city, the thought of it sparked some interest. It was one thing to know that she was in Italy. In the 1400s. There were things that made that very obvious. But to actually visit a city... it was an intriguing thought. "I've never ridden a horse," was the first thing out of her mouth, and she looked down at the full skirts of the dress she wore, the hand not (still) held in his touching the fabric. She knew that the other dresses (ones that might likely be required for a trip into the city) were even worse. And then that hint of laughter was back, again at her own expense, though not viciously. "If you can figure out how to make it work with whatever I'm going to need to wear, I think I'd like to go. If it's not too much to ask..."