Rapunzel doesn't sleep well, and she does wind up wrapped up in her hair overnight like a golden-cocooned butterfly. She's still dozing fitfully when the sun comes up.
Rapunzel runs through the song, softly.
"The glowing is what tipped me off," Rolan contributes. "That and the fact that it healed me of two broken legs."
"I'm used to it - Claribel is a nice name but I haven't ever been called it that I remember."
"It'll have to do for public occasions, if you can put up with it, but we don't have to call you that if you'd rather. Going to have to tell Ranae and - get word out for everyone else."
"You're in time for your lantern ceremony, too. But - usually we have your crown out when the first lantern goes up - it's -"
"...maybe less missing than it may appear," says Rolan, and he produces the crown and sets it carefully on Rapunzel's head.
"I'm pretty sure Gothel is the one who took her in the first place," says Rolan. "And I don't know if she might try again. She's... kind of persistent."
And he turns to go.
And, what the hell, he puts down his bag and gives her an entire hug. Hugs are important.