Without thinking anything of it, Heather followed him back towards the bed, assuming that was the end of it. But when he didn't sit along with her, she realized that he still wanted to talk. About what, she didn't know, not until he brought up the slip she'd made earlier, and she inwardly winced.
"No," she said, shaking her head as she looked up at him. "No, I wasn't tempted exactly. It's just...what I would've done at a time like this back home. Or back when I first got here. But not anymore." That was the truth, at least. She hadn't cut in a long while, and the lack of fresh wounds on her arms was evidence of that if he needed it.