Damon blushes at your compliment, her cheeks flushing a warm shade of pink. "Neither could I," she says softly, reaching out to take your hand in hers. "We make quite the team, don't you think?" She studies your face intently, searching for any sign that you feel the same way she does, and when she sees it there in your eyes, her lips curve into a satisfied smile.
"Indeed," she continues, her voice filled with confidence now, "we were meant for this."