[She can't help but blush a bit at that, part from his sudden enthusiasm and part from the reverence he accords to her life before the City. For Rosella, who has spent the better part of her two years here feeling slightly odd and out of place--never quite lining up properly with the modern world and the expectations that come with it--it's both flattering and refreshing to hear someone not simply legitimizing her experiences, but venerating them as well.

Terrifying though his face may be in her memory, for a moment she forgets all those fears and simply basks in the rare experience of being seen not as a silly oddball sort of princess, but as a real one.]

I'm...I'm very flattered you think so. The City isn't much like it at all, you know, and--well, I do like modern things very much, but it's never...home.

[For one thing, she's much less shy in Daventry than she tends to be here in the City, much less eager to please and likely to second-guess herself for fear she's misunderstood something. Daventry is home, and she's never felt out of place there. Not the way she so often does here.]