There's the guy she loves. She can't use her hands, but she can lean forward to press her forehead to his.

"Exactly. Paradisa loves digging up the past. Not long before you got here, it let people walk into our nightmares. Both Lana and Lucrezia ended up meeting Black Mask," she said softly, thinking back and remembering how embarrassing that was. That was a personal memory. Talking about it was one thing, but having others actually know what she saw? It was intrusive.

"You're handling this precisely the way the castle doesn't you to. And that's great."

She was proud of him.