What do I think? [Though she's a little taken aback with the question redirected to her, her expression nevertheless takes a more thoughtful appearance while her fingers laced idly with his.

The answer might be difficult to put into words, but she wanted to make the attempt anyway.]

I'll be honest, I'm... afraid of things changing, and at the same time of things staying the same. This has nothing to do with anything you did, these are my own feelings to deal with the way I should have.

[If she had, maybe she wouldn't have had such a strong reaction to the mistletoe still hanging innocently above them, or maybe it would have been of another nature entirely. Whether any of it made sense to the boy was up in the air, but there was one thing the plant had granted her; the realisation of a small wish the girl hadn't known existed until just moments ago, when she had asked him that seemingly simple question.

So once again her lips curve into a small smile, even with the apologetic look in her eyes.]

If I were to change my mind, I wonder what you would feel about it. This isn't just about me, you know.