She won't let go, then...just nestling into his chest and nuzzling. It's almost childlike, definitely a little clingy, but she doesn't really care. Dignity and all of that went out the window, but she's resolved herself not to cry. That she won't do. Not for this. She's shed enough tears in Luceti.

"Yes...I think that is probably true. A hard hearted person shouldn't be...with another like that. But you're treating me far more kindly than I expected. I suppose I should've, knowing you as I do."

Her hands clutch the fabric of his shirt, and she moves her head up and down a bit with a little sigh.

"Thank you. For giving me a wonderful time. You've certainly changed my opinion on men. And you've given me so many amazing memories. And...a friendship beyond any I'd ever dreamed of. I'm sorry...that this hurts. But I think it'll be ok. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

Thrice she says, and thrice rings true.