"You're still here," She says with a smile, her face flushed for reasons that don't entirely lie with the alcohol she has unknowingly imbibed. He had disappeared during the battle and she had been disappointed when she couldn't find him.

She's glad he's here now. His touch is warm, like the warmth she felt envelope her when her new tiara appeared. She wonders why that is. Why he always makes her feel this way.

(Little does she know that part of it is his power helping to awaken hers. There's so much she doesn't realize, yet. She just knows she feels drawn to him, time and time again).