[She listens carefully, never interrupting — her cheeks taking on that light touch of pink they sometimes do, but her expression remaining more thoughtful than anything else.]

[He really does have a nice way of phrasing it. A potential. She hasn't fallen head over heels for him — her reason hasn't left her. But even if she's not completely captivated, she's at the very least intrigued. Enough that she's listening to him talk through all this, and considering every word with as much care as he's choosing them.]

[Maybe it says something, too, that his words can resonate with her own feelings so easily. Hopefully not that she's being talked into feeling a certain way — but then again, it's a pleasant feeling, and for a moment she finds herself wondering if letting herself get swayed is such a bad thing if it ends her up here.]

[She debates the idea back and forth in her head, briefly, as she looks away and helps herself to a long sip of her drink. Hopefully, he won't mind being kept waiting for her response.]

It does sound nice... [Her eyes don't return to him quite yet. It's easier to keep her thoughts in order if she isn't watching his reaction.] Adventures and possibilities. Something to be hopeful for...

I'm not sure that I've felt it for quite a long time, before coming here. ... not hope itself, but... getting to enjoy it, rather than having to carve out a vision of it for others.

[After all, there's more than a world out there. More than a universe. She should be terrified of the calamity that's set all of this in motion, and yet it seems to have created some miraculous opportunities in its wake...]

So... do you want to keep exploring what's ahead together?