[ While Chall is not the type to flirt, she did mean it for Gaunt to make use of her bed. Then again, perhaps she should have been more aware of the other implications of her words.
She doesn't fight it, however. It's part surprise, and part a desire to stay so that she doesn't slip away. Being held closely was not something that happened too often and today -- at the least just today -- it feels right to her. In fact she leans in, almost tiredly: a hand slipping between his side and the couch's backrest to close the embrace, and the other, resting on the seat. ]
It's a long way ahead of us.
[ Briefly, she pulls up just a bit, so as she can look at Ibram's face. ]
I hope things turn out well -- so as we can get you back home.