"I am pretty blushy!" he agrees. "And I guess if you think it's cute I'm not complaining!"
"Well," says Beila. "This wasn't really how I expected this conversation to turn out, but it's better than 'okay, I can't deal with that, we should break up', right?"
Kisses! Yes. It is not yet the time for any significant amount of convenience. Beila wouldn't exactly mind if he pulled her hair or something but he's never been the type to make guesses and that's fine too.
"So -" says Beila, after a suitable number of kisses have been exchanged. "When you said you were spooked did that mean something other than spooked?"
And then: "After that did you just want to see what getting healed felt like, or...?"
"Yeah, when I first got the idea there was something to find when I was thirteen I had to spend a lot of time sitting with my screen staring at the ceiling making guesses and seeing if they sounded good or not-good and in what ways," Beila says, "it's not like the snakenewts all line up and I just have to put them in a basket."