At last. She let out a breath. She hadn't realized she'd been holding it.
"What do you think?" she asked, as gently and as sweetly as she could manage. "You have to have watched me. You should know, shouldn't you?"
And maybe, maybe, he would understand if she asked him to think about it. Maybe he would even think farther back than her arrival here. Maybe he would think about what she was pulled from. Maybe he'd think about her France, too.