Blake stirred as he felt a chill enter through the open window. It stirred the verdant comforter he was seated upon - along with Aria's dress, and her brown locks. They stood in place for a moment. The tiny mage felt in awe of the simple respiratory motions, frozen in time as he stood in the warmth she generated. The door was closed, and for the first time, he really felt safe.

"So. There's something..." Blake swallowed.

He looked away in shame as Aria's face came in closer, her delicate features zooming in to him. Especially those soft lips, and the eager eyes... "Something you have to say?" She murmured, a little too excited - and covered her mouth. Even her sweet breath and her blush was magnified at this scale.

"Okay, then. You're sure nobody will hear...?" Blake checked the shut door.

Aria gave a small nod. "So that's why you wanted us to be alone together." She breathed in. "The truth is, I should say something, too..."

Partway into opening his small mouth, Blake hesitated. He'd shrunk himself down for her love - without thinking. Without even knowing her own connection to the dark arts. What type of a man would he be if he took her love, and then forced her into his realm of magic, without a chance to turn away? It felt like he would be fooling her.

Like a disgusting, tricky worm, before this massive, beautiful figure that had so kindly taken him in...

He shook his head, dark hair moving quickly. Instantly, he decided that Aria needed to make her own choice about this. He yelled out: "I have magic powers and they shrunk me!"

"I love you, Blake!" Aria screamed at the same time, with an eager smile.

The words echoed. He nearly felt his glasses shatter. All of that emotion bubbling out at once... He turned into a steaming mass of red on the green sheets, flopping over in shame and worry. What had he just done? What had she just done?

Aria leaned in, hands on her cheeks. "Uhm, Blake... Magic, you say...?"