Am I? [ Her eyes drop to her hands and, by extension, the lock of hair clutched tightly within. She'd thought so and, yes, even had the nerve to embrace that image of herself for a fleeting moment.

It's only ever a moment with her.

Lifting her head finally, Rapunzel offers a rue smile. ] I'm sorry for snapping at you earlier. But... I'm glad you believe that. Because, Rock, you - you don't deserve anything but the best in this world. Did you know that?

I hope I can pay you back someday for your kindness. [ And his patience! She's practically snivelling all over him (in her mind, which places a limit on how much sadness she's allowed to show or feel on any given day, this is a downpour) and here he is taking it like a champ. ] Is... there something I can help you with? I'm... not the best at fighting or anything but I can paint! And I like numbers.