( If it's even possible, Caitlin's face grows warmer and, subsequently, her cheeks go pinker when he gestures down to his body and she cannot help herself from reflexively following his hand with her eyes.

Good God what she wouldn't give to touch a body like that again; it's been a very long time.

Redder. Still.

Caitlin clears her throat and fumbles at an attempt to tuck her hair behind her ears before actually achieving it and she nods. )

I...oh. It works? You...I mean, what... It's rude to ask what you wished for, but what on Earth did you wish for...?

( The words tumble like word vomit before she can stop them and she holds up a hand, closing her eyes in an expression of self-exasperation briefly. )

I'm sorry. No, I'm sorry, you don't have to answer that. Obviously. That's none of my business. The wishing well works?