It was a combination of the two that stayed her movement. His was the company she wanted. That she needed. Warm and familiar and... he was just the person she wanted to be near at the moment. She understood why he urged her to talk about it; it was... his way. But she couldn’t. Not about this.
Another breath of laughter. “Don’t apologise.” There was the faintest tired undercurrent of humour to her voice. She’d told him that quite a lot since her arrival. It was becoming a habit. “There’s no need for it.” She paused. She wanted to. But she wouldn’t if he would rather she didn’t. “If you’re sure...”