[ she nods-- carefully, so as not to dislodge or collide with him, but after a few minutes, she gently shifts. It's not by a whole lot; she's just reaching for his hands now, pulling them towards her, and hopefully he won't be looking at her while she's starting to turn red (because she was only unintentionally suave with girls).

Not that it stops her from cupping his hands in her own and bringing them up to leave a light kiss across the joints of a few of his fingers. ]

... When I was younger and I'd hear stories about how princes could use their kisses to break spells or bring people back to life, I always thought it was amazing. I thought that they had some kind of miraculous strength.

[ she lowers her head a little, embarrassed but earnest. ]

So, I'll be a prince right now-- for you. Because I want to give you strength, too, and I don't think that's always something you can just do on your own.