It's not an unreasonable assumption, Rapunzel just has more issues than most. But he's not moving, his voice is earnest, and so is his face - or was; he's harder to see in without the fading light of her hair.

"It's all right," she says, quietly. "And yes. It's... it's a gift. I guess." She's healed, or at least close enough, but she's still jumpy.

"My... name's Rapunzel. Fireworks? The explosions? There's not another fire, unless they've set them. But there's... monsters. There are too many monsters in this place."