[His question tempers her smile; not entirely, but enough for her sincerity to show through. This is the second time he has asked, and this time she intends to answer... even if he, perhaps, doesn't truly want her to.]
[Her fingertips trace down his cheek and linger on the edge of his jaw before her hand falls softly on his collarbone.] It means that I wish for your happiness. And that I wish to help you find it. [At that, her arm slips around his neck again, her wrists crossing at the nape of his neck.] If you'll let me.