[ She glances up, moving her journal down from her face. None of what Porthos says should be surprising. For her, it hadn't felt like just nothing, either. Which is a scary thought. And maybe why she feels so jumbled up with her emotions and feelings right now.
While color still flushes her cheeks, she manages a faint smile, her brown eyes finally lifting up to find his gaze. They don't dance away this time. ]
. . . Porthos is... very kind and noble. I don't think I know anyone moreso. [ Reaching out she gently clasps his head between her hands, fingers resting to either side of his face. Straightening up higher on her knees, she closes her eyes and rests her forehead against his. ] My emotions are all mixed up, because of what our realities are, and whatever it is that just happened to us. It's confusing. But. [ She draws a breath, nodding lightly against him. ] I do consider you an important friend. And no matter whatever it is that happened, I don't want to lose that.