This time she does manage to smile. It's a little watery, but it should still count for something. In the wake of her small-scale nervous breakdown over a bug bite-- bug bites, Dana, really-- she might have feared he'd turn patronizing, but his support seems genuine, any teasing gentle and good-natured and, admittedly, deserved.

"I feel a little silly." She looks at the floor, wills her cheeks not to flush. "Maybe if I'd been able to get a better look myself-- but by candlelight it could've been anything. I don't even know what I thought..."