"Oh. Well, thank you," Rapunzel replies, pleased by the compliment. She reaches up to run her fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face, and she feels the sudden urge to tell Keys all about it-- why it's so long and golden and what it can do, but she doesn't. It isn't as if he's done anything to make him seem untrustworthy, but she's gotten so into the habit of not telling people about her magic just to keep herself safe. Too many people have tried to hurt her because of it, and it doesn't seem like magic existed where Keys is from. He's already processing enough as it is.

"It takes a lot of work, but I'm used to it," she tells him. "It's-- it's very important to me."