[ She takes his hand so he can help her up, but she's staring over at his face the entire time, watching his eyes illuminated by the faint light from the torches.

For a moment it almost seems like she might not say anything at all, but then the words slowly - and a little uncertainly - leave her mouth anyway. ]

But.. couldn't you do things by yourself if you tried? You're-- um, you're Flynn.

[ She says that word like it's somehow a synonym for 'amazing.'

Someone who - in Olympia's eyes - seems like he can do anything. ]

You're like one of those knightly princes from stories.