[There's no judgement in her eyes. No disgust, no nothing. Just... a questioning look. And fear, yes, but not fear of Cass's answer. It's the fear that's hanging over so many of them right now. The fear that she might die, the fear that she might lose someone. The fear that there are things going to be left unsaid between them. She's thought a lot, since the murders began, about feelings and her bond with Cass. This week just... cemented them. Made them more clear to her when she thought they were something more platonic.]

You... you love me.

[It's not a question. Rapunzel may be a little naive at times and may not always pick up on social cues, but she's not blind to these sorts of feelings.]

I... I've been thinking a lot. About that moment between us. About how we were able to reconcile. How I talked about how much I loved your smile and how you laughed and how it looked in your eyes... and I think. Maybe I feel that way too?

[It makes her feel a little guilty. She loves Eugene, and she doesn't want to split things up between them. But... she also wants to explore this feeling with Cass. Alongside her feelings for Eugene, not instead of. She wishes he could be with them, so they could all talk about it together. But if she doesn't say this now, there's a chance she might never get to.]

Hearing you laugh, seeing you smile the way you do when you're really happy... I'm realizing it makes me feel the same as when I'm with Eugene. It makes me... happy, it makes my heart feel really full. [Are there tears in her eyes right now? Perhaps. But she's smiling, so they've got to be happy tears.] I thought I just felt that way because I was so glad to have a best friend - human best friend.

[Sorry Pascal!]

But now... now, I think I was wrong about that. Now... I'm starting to realize that I love you too, Cassandra.