Don't think she has run this fast since home either. But there's a kind of thrill to it the longer they run and she's smiling a little and enjoying it before long. She said once it's how it's supposed to be and her mind has changed drastically there, but the fact remains running always clears her head.

When they finally stop, and she feels that rush start to leave her instantly, she clings to the momentum they have and she keeps her eyes forward on Carl when he turns to her. "I do," she says simply. She won't mention his name here but the comparison she draw is one with Ron. Like Carl's fangirls, he had that same nature of admiration with often no way to express it other than in a sweet, but frantic or clingy nature. That didn't mean she thought he or the girls were bad, just too much at times. "They really like you." She finally finishes her thought. "So, what now? What were you doing before they saw you?"

Because now that she can't go back there to do what she was doing, perhaps she can help. Her hand idly gives his a squeeze as if to prompt him to decide something.