She shrugged. "I'm just not used to all this." She gestured vaguely around them.
"To what? Dinner?"
"To… this," she said, her voice quieter now. "The luxury. The way you treat me. I like it, but it also feels… strange."
Niklaus leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. His dark eyes locked onto hers, and for a moment, the noise of the restaurant seemed to fade. "You're not strange for liking care, Hermia. You deserve it."
Her breath caught, and she quickly looked down, pretending to focus on the menu again. She wasn't sure what to say to that.
As the server returned with their drinks, her stomach growled audibly, making her blush furiously.
Niklaus chuckled. "You're hungry. Stop overthinking and order whatever you want."
She couldn't help but smile at his easy confidence. "I'll try."
"Good," he said, raising his wine glass. "And stop sighing so much. You're allowed to enjoy yourself."
