"Oh, well then...I'm so sorry for your loss, Sam." She reached out for his hand, knowing he was anti-physical, but being comforting in her own way anyhow. "Truly. And you've no need to apologize, I understood where your angry was targeted." Despite everything, she winked, taking her hand back after squeezing his.
"You know, that's the first time you've shown something beyond...well, that you've shown you cared?" She was trying to lighten the mood, smiling though it was small and weak. "I already told, I've moved on. But," and Elisabeth turned sideways, draping her legs across his lap and asking, "Can I kiss you? Just once, Scout's honour." Her mischievous nature was slowly starting to push through her let-down, fingers raised in the proper salute. And if he tried to move out from under legs, she would not fight him. Not anymore.