[They're both laughing and crying now, like the messes they are. Morgan doesn't know the entirety of Oz's backstory even now, but she thinks that's fair. After all, he doesn't know hers either, because neither does she. So they're on even ground here, and when he wants to tell her, she'll be there for him. But right now, what really matters is what she has right in front of her.

That she loves Oz.

And that Oz loves her.

So a moment later she's gently pulling her hands away and setting aside the flower with exaggerated care--and then she's flinging her arms around Oz's neck, because at moments like these, she just can't really be happy with that distance. She wants Oz to know that more than anything, she'll always be here to reach for him like this.]

I'm crying because I'm so happy...! [Sniff!

Wow these two are a disaster.]

Don't thank me, Oz, of course I love you, I've loved you for awhile now because you're just the best!

[It takes her a moment, but slowly she at least calms down enough to carry on mildly more calmly, though she's still sniffling a little (and it's definitely all happy emotion).]

Even if you didn't ever really need to save me, [oops] you really are like my prince, okay, Oz?