E'cho felt that weird little flutter in her chest when he said that. Grand scheme of things, she really shouldn't. It's not like she was a fresh girl straight off world for the first time. Growing up in the back alleys of Coruscant she never thought of herself as a beautiful, delicate flower.
Why did Corso manage that in a single word?
"I know, sand. But it's nicer sand." She grinned an impish grin. "Maybe this won't be so bad?"