"Sounded better when I said I slew dragons, didn't it?" Romilda asked, laughing a little when he picked her up. In truth, it had shaken her quite a bit, the feeling of being magically defenseless, but she was putting a brave front on it for her own sake. She knew that it had shaken her up a bit, though, because it felt good to be comforted for it.
It was also nice that he specifically had worried - well, belatedly worried - about her, of course. She tucked her head under his chin, fingers curling slightly into the back of his coat. "I didn't have my journal, the only things I brought were my food, and my wand," she explained. "And I don't want you to shut up. If I did, I'd do this."
She grinned up at him for a moment, and then kissed him, rather like she'd done on New Year's. That had been nearly a month ago - a period of time between kisses that was probably best chalked up to distraction with significant events than to any lesson Romilda had actually learned about not pursuing someone too quickly.