Okay so that mildy backfired, in that instead of an internal flail she could now feel her heart physically pounding in her chest, and was actually feeling weak at the knees a thing? Because she would've sworn it was a thing right now.

Her cheeks were burning. The fingers in his hair grasped at random strands. "You know what?" she said, unsteadily. "You're... probably right."

She was almost reluctant to breathe too loudly for fear of not hearing his whispers. Even if, infuriatingly, she could only understand the tiniest fragments of only half of what he was saying. But those bits sounded promising.