"Once a princess, always a princess," she answers, clearly teasing.

For a moment, even in the midst of all this foolishness on this island, she closes her eyes. The way he smiles makes something in her ache and she wants to keep that, memorize it.

What he says, it helps to loosen something inside her, and Sylvie opens her eyes again to study him. It eases the fear she feels at the possibility of ruining what they have.

"I like how that sounds," she tells him. "Very much."