"Oh, noo," Giselle lamented, "But then who would paint your mural?" She wholly missed the heart of what he'd meant to intimate. "We simply must leave."
Giselle pushed a curl back behind her ear, then looked at the floor and very softly said, "Though, I like when it's just us, too. It's... I like it." And, though she didn't mean to, she gave him another one of those forbidden glances. It was clear where her heart belonged, even if she wasn't saying it directly.
It seemed like forever ago since she was in Andalasia. Though she'd first wanted only to return home, now she couldn't imagine ever leaving. "I hope I never find Andalasia," she said, giving voice to her innermost thoughts. "I hope I never have to go back."
This was the first time she'd admitted to herself that she was happier here than she ever had been in Andalasia, even if everything wasn't as easy as it had been in the place she used to call home. She wanted him to know, because it felt important.