[As his thumb brushes over her hand and comes to rest, she can feel the hypersensitive burn in her knuckles all over again and the flush in her face reflecting that burn. But— he's not her prince, so why does it feel like...that was the first time someone had touched her like that?

She nods furiously, leaning forward in her seat as if urged forward by their connection. Their...Oath? That must be what this is, right?] You did! It was definitely you.

You— [a stumble, her gaze flickering down to his chest and over to his arm with a furrow in her brow] you carried me even though you were hurt. And you had some little fellows with you!