If accomplishment after glorious accomplishment has failed to answer her burning questions, what can be the harm of falling back down the rabbit hole? Rolling, careening, tumbling into the arms of that flurry of orange and energy and sincerity - that embodiment of the hint of madness and his honest acceptance of who she is? Maybe the answer to her question is that there is no answer. How much simpler, to crash into him and lose her mind to the experience.
Be honest. Doesn't a quick romantic vignette add just a little spice to one's day?