The anxiety and nervousness eased a little when he took it. Without laughing. He didn’t appear to think it was a foolish gift, anyway. He could use it, or not... but she just wanted him to have it. Her rooms were... well, his rooms, too, sometimes. She wanted him there. When he could be. She didn’t know if there was any sort of protocol for giving a key to your room to the person you were... with, and maybe she hadn’t done it properly at all, but she’d done it.
She exhaled softly as he kissed her cheek, pressing a quick kiss to his lips as he pulled away. Despite her tendency to not acknowledge thanks, she murmured a soft “You’re welcome.”