Those words, again, took her breath. Made her heart beat a million beats a minute. She shook a little. But all the while, her eyes were closed. She let her mind free. Free from the fear, free from the anxiety, from everything. Everything but him. And how he felt. And focused on why those words took her breath away.
It took a moment, but the choice to speak before thinking had worked well before. So Feyre opened her eyes. And just spoke from her heart.
"I love you too, Andras. It sounds less poetic than I thought it would."