[ That's oddly ominous, but there's not enough time for Dick to complain as Rapunzel sings, her hair glows, and his leg magically heals.

His eyes widen at the spectacle, hair on his skin rising as he witnesses what's essentially a miracle. ]

You-- you--

[ It's like he's on the verge of a panic attack as he exchanges glances with Pascal, then Rapunzel, then back to Pascal, and-- ]

You have magic powers!? That's so cool!

[ He finally sits upright, appraising his restored leg as Rapunzel's hair unravels around it. He soon stands up, and to test himself, performs a backflip. ]

Wow! Good as new!

[ Dick's seen a lot of things as a member of a traveling caravan, but never anything outright supernatural, like something straight out of myth and folklore. He regards Rapunzel with an inquisitive look, practically on a sugar high with how visibly pleased he is. ]

Are you some kind of demigoddess? What's your name?

Why is this a secret when it's so amazing?

[ In all his naivete, Dick forgets what might necessitate the secrecy surrounding Rapunzel's magic - the 'parent logic.' ]