The movement draws Eight's attention and she looked puzzled. Did she say something to bother him...? No... this was... doubt?

Her hand reached for his cheek, a thumb gently rubbing against his face. "You needn't be so surprised. Were you not enjoying yourself? Was that not an expression from within? That was you. That was your dance. That was your heart."

Her hand lowered and her smile droops. "I didn't have a right to... glimpse what you did not want to freely share, but... having seen it... I needed you to know what it meant for me. I needed you to know how special it was. And... should you be brave enough to share it again, I would be... delighted."