It's very deliberate. So is the way she looks him directly in the face when she combs her fingers through it, unwavering. Her stomach does something funny, turns inside out on itself and fills with lightness, but her face stays steady, smiling at him as though this is nothing to be remarked on.

"Oh yeah?" she says, trying to sound light. "I can understand that. Dressing in full Maid of Time regalia started to seem less attractive after a little while, too."

Which is to say she doesn't spend all her time in wings and a hood, anymore. Tights and skirts and warm comfortable sweaters seem far more convenient, in a crowded city. And for the limited space of a bed.