[It's like the warmth of the sun on a clear day. Like the heat of a forge, stable and lasting. Like the sort of hugs Rapunzel gave where she threw her everything into them. Cassandra used to hate those, but it was different now... but not this. This was so similar.

If all of this- every little thing she felt right now -was simply her feelings for another being put on someone else... maybe that was okay? And maybe that wasn't even true. She had to think on it, and maybe... ask someone.

But it's a little hard to think with a lovely woman's face this close.]

I... Cool. I can live with that. [She's.... bad at words in the best of the times. But she doesn't stop holding Elsa, gaze drifting around, from the sword to the eyepatch, and closing.] I won't forget what you've done either. I'll be here, for as long as you need.