Her cheeks go crimson with the second kiss and she trembles a little. She's not used to all the physical contact and it shows.

She feels sick in her stomach because the fear of something wrong happening is still there, but there's another sickness - she has butterflies. There's sparks of joy because deep down, she craves it. She craves the contact, she's been a lonely little girl for too long.

She finds herself smiling, her eyes glazing over a little with tears. Because nothing's going wrong, there are no dire consequences.

She laughs silently at his reaction and nods her head in reply. "Alright, no tea then."

"I... Do you have a name?" she asks curiously, "I don't... really know what to call you."