She doesn't know what would have happened if things had gone differently, but being in this town, seeing the way magic is so much a part of it, a part of these people... She knows she could never ask him to give it up. She never thought that she would be able to understand it but she's starting to, and she can see how much it means to everyone here. It's as much a part of him as anything else.

She should have told him earlier, she thinks. He's not the only one who kept a secret too long. Maybe if she'd come clean when they'd met he could have helped her, kept her safe like he's promising now. She'd always thought he would think her crazy, talking about magic and witches and all the time he knew it better than her.

"Shea," she starts, but she doesn't know how to finish. She wants to thank him, for protecting her, for being so understanding after everything, but she can't get the words out. She remembers the first time she'd met him, the way he'd laughed his way through the unfamiliar French words, trying to talk to her. With the way he speaks now it's almost hard to remember how he'd started out.

"I thought the same." She rubs a hand over her face and takes a breath. "I never was, but it's getting better. Being here."

At first he'd acted like he wanted her straight back on a plane, and she's surprised to hear him say that he wants her here now.