[ Or perhaps she has been too blinded by her need to find adventure to truly slow down and see that he has been right in front of her for quite some time now. Part of her still feels that she could never hold a candle to him, and yet she would be lying if she said her thoughts and feelings are not beginning to turn a little bit at a time. ]

Are you sure? I wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable. [ But in spite of herself, she gives his arm a hesitant rub, as if waiting to see if he likes it or will ask her to refrain rather than continue. ] I don't have healing magic like my sister does, or I would try to ease things for you that way.