[There's some surprise when his hand moves to hold hers, but it's a welcome feeling. She doesn't want to move her hand since it would disturb his, so she leans close again.] I'm glad, Lockon.
[She doesn't explain further, yet, about what they all -- Coordinators and Naturals alike -- had to endure from each other. But she does move her hand so it's holding his, squeezing lightly, hoping that will tell him, at least a little, about how the divide had pained her.]