[ Rapunzel studies his face after the cowl comes off, not bothering to be shy. Her natural curiosity and artistic eye follows the sharp curve of his jaw and the color of his eyes. She sees an edge to him that resonates with the sharpness inside her chest. She wonders what has brought him to this - what hardships he has endured.
She doesn't ask, of course. It isn't her place, and she knew how hard it would be if he asked her the right, or rather, wrong questions. ]
I'm Rapunzel. Thank you...for your help.
[ It had been a surprise, but goodness knows a jet is a much better way to escape than running on her own bare feet. ]
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She doesn't ask, of course. It isn't her place, and she knew how hard it would be if he asked her the right, or rather, wrong questions. ]
I'm Rapunzel. Thank you...for your help.
[ It had been a surprise, but goodness knows a jet is a much better way to escape than running on her own bare feet. ]
I wouldn't...I don't want to trouble anyone.