[ All that attention, and Sophia can almost feel herself beginning to sweat in a manner that has nothing to do with the sun beating down over their heads. However, she did ask, and he has answered, and there is certainly tension in the hand held by Dohalim's. ]

Well. I've been trying to avoid foolishness. But in spite of myself, I think, I— That is to say... I've been—

[ Her face scrunches up, before an 'ugh!' escapes her throat and her hands are pulled away - so they can cover her face, which is beginning to show hints of rosy colour. ]

[muffled muttering from behind her palms] This is so stupid..I'm too old to have a crush.