She freezes, her eyes widening in shock as she realizes the truth of your words. Slowly, carefully, she reaches up to touch the back of her head, feeling for the familiar length of red hair. Her fingers tremble as they brush against the strands, but eventually she finds what she's looking for: a single crimson thread woven through her locks.

Her breath catches in her throat, and tears begin to stream down her cheeks once more. "I...I never knew..."

She looks up at you, her amber eyes filled with wonder and disbelief. For a moment, she seems unable to speak; then, slowly, a small smile spreads across her face. "I...thank you," she whispers hoarsely. "For telling me." She takes another step closer, reaching out to touch your cheek the same way you touched hers earlier. "And for showing me..."

Her voice trails off, and she leans in, pressing her lips softly against yours.