[She didn't deny it... huh. Okay, so it wasn't just his imagination. He's curious, but maybe now isn't the time or place to ask for more detail. Assuming she herself knows. He'll just quietly put a pin in that one, to perhaps ask in a more intimate or private setting. Not, uh. On a roof in the middle of town.

He's mostly just glad she's able to smile again, that he didn't totally wreck the good mood they'd managed to regain.]

I'm glad for that. [He pauses, then adds a bit tentatively,] You know... when I was inside my Crystal, I think... no, I felt. I was absorbing it. [Memories, power. Providence. That strange difference that he suspects she'd felt when she found him in the garden the night after he'd returned. He's still struggling to understand it, but he knows that it's there, now.] I'm carrying a part of it in me, and I don't think that's gonna go away until I do what's meant to be done.

[Until he dies, but they both know that. More and more, she'd said, and he always remembers. That isn't the point of his words right now. The point is... a softer attempt, maybe. Not a joke.

He offers up a cautious but hopeful smile, watching her.] Crystal and human, human and crystal. Not as different as you'd think.