[He studies her expression, and finds only sincerity there. She means it, isn't simply trying to assuage him despite her own insecurities. A slow, relieved smile plays across his lips, his cheeks a little heated at the implication.]

All right. When we're done here-- [He stops, thinks to correct himself.] When we win the Oracle, we can do anything you want. Weird or not, I think you'll like it.

[If only they had all the time in the world to enjoy the palace together. But perhaps, someday... For now he sets her back down on her feet, brushes aside a few strands of her hair to presses a kiss to her forehead, a much easier task now that she's smaller than him.]

And I'm sorry for doubting you. I know you always make your own choices, so I shouldn't forget that.