[It's all so overwhelming, but it's a familiar kind of overwhelming. Willow knows what it's like to do this, to take a chance on someone, and although her heartbeat sounds loud in her ears she's glad to have done it. It feels safe.]

You don't. [Her voice is edged in urgency, as if she thinks he wouldn't believe her for some reason.] I've been-- well, I've been thinking about this for a while. Us, not... the other thing. I even asked for advice on how trolls do romance, which was marginally embarrassing but totally worth it.

I want to do everything right for you.