Leto watched her watching the way she touched him, and then started the painful process of distancing himself from her. He understood her need to touch and to feel again. He did. And he had held her as she'd asked. He would not have stopped himself from doing that. Not in any imagined path. But this... His fingers slackened slowly on her hands and he stepped away. This could have been any pair of hands she was grasping.
And she was leaving soon. A person was not a sandrat to scoop up and keep as a pet. It was different when he could pretend that he kept her here to keep her safe while they figured out what she was and how to help her best. It was different when he could convince himself at night that there wasn't truly a human within the metallic sheen in the corner of his living room. This...
"Your uniform?" Leto asked, and with the question, found the ability to lift his eyes. "Do you have pockets in it?"
He remembered the key in his pocket when he first arrived. He wondered if she had one like his.