Rosie's always a little entertained by asking him to describe the feelings he gets from others, watching the effort on his face as he tries to put something that intangible into words. Even when he can't quite do it, the fact he tries is enough.

"Oh," she says sympathetically when he starts, glancing back at the woman again to see if she can see any trace of the feelings Caleb describes in the way she walks or the angle of her posture. It's not as clear to her, though she hadn't exactly expected it to be. When he clears his throat, she looks back, and the conspiratorial whisper that follows has her blushing. "Oh, she doesn't," she says, delighted and scandalized all at once. "You really think so?"