I don't know. There wasn't some defining moment or anything. I started thinking about him a lot, when he wasn't around. I started to realize how happy and safe I felt with him. The more time we spent together and the more we learned about each other, the more I realized how much he understood me. And the things that not a lot of people can understand.

[Jaskier had always taken it easily, more or less. And never needs her to explain or justify herself, he understands it all. Why she is how she is, why she's done the things she has, the marks Flagg left on her.]

He's patient with me, and I am...I am not an easy woman to be with. But he doesn't get frustrated or upset. He never pushes me to share anything or explain anything I don't want to. He knows what I mean even when I can't say what I mean.

[Had she not been soothing her agitated spirit with good wine and her own smoking herb, she likely wouldn't be saying quite so much. She doesn't even say all of this to Jaskier himself - but that's what she's saying. She doesn't have to, Jaskier knows what she's really saying no matter the words used.

But Castiel, she can tell, is trying to wrap his holy brain around mortal romance. How could she deny him that? It isn't often anyone gets a chance to explain human love to an angel.]

I can't put it into words really well, but I just slowly figured out that I feel different with him than I ever have with anyone else.