Rory watched Rani talk with the men. She seemed so natural at it, gracefully lowering her head to acknowledge the men, laughing along with them, easily charming them. He smiled at her courage, her passion.
Rory realized that he was starting to feel a deep confusion. Looking at Rani, he knew he admired her zeal, her tenacity, and he had caught himself in a daydream about what it might be like to spend more than just a week with her. His admiration was slowly morphing into something else, which filled him with a sort of vague terror. He felt a twisting guilt, because he knew he should have told her about the Sea Warlock long ago, should have told her at the outset, because now, he knew that he cared about her. He cared deeply for this human, and he wanted more than just seven days with her.