[ there’s a tone to her voice that rides so high . . . well, falco doesn’t want to assume, but there’s one thing he could tell without a doubt: rapunzel really, really cared about her. it brings a warm, yearning smile to the cheeks he wedges close to his arms, around his knees. he relents a pleasant sigh despite the crammed coldness in here, remembering first meeting up with her. ]

I knew she was a warrior.

[ sort of said with the hunch that could tell from her type, and . . . her way with knives. she downplays her guard toward the princess, but that doesn’t mean falco took it all like a full plate. ]

—Is she really? Prickly? [ not what she said about cass being fantastic (which he’s sure she’s right), it’s the prickly part. ] She’s just been . . . Kind to me. I like her, when we get the chance to talk.