It felt, to Fluttershy, like Carmen had slowly crept up to her in some kind of understanding that she scared easily and needed to be treated like a timid animal. She really didn't mind that. In fact, she was grateful for that she'd found a friend - through this odd luck of being stuck to her - that respected who she was and went with it.
She didn't even mind the hand on her thigh, though that buzzy feeling had returned, and the butterflies had tripled by the time Carmen was leaning in.
She still didn't feel scared. She felt like Carmen was speaking some kind of language somehow, that just made her feel... well it was hard to explain. And Carmen was speaking english, so it's not like it was really any different language at all. She really didn't understand, but she shook her head.
"You make me feel... please don't take this the wrong way, but you make me feel buzzy. I don't know if that's supposed to be a good thing, but it's not scary."