As vigorously as she fought it, she felt the flush creeping up her neck all the same, pinkening her cheeks and ears as it went. But though she paused in her picking at the omelette, she did not pull her hand away.
"Thank you," she said. After a moment's careful contemplation she let the pad of her thumb brush over his skin, a sort of encouragement she was not brave enough to put to words. Fee would have goaded her on, of that she was certain. For some reason that thought, as much as it bolstered her, frightened her all the same. She withdrew her hand, letting her fingers fall to the edge of her plate. "I, um. I should get going." Awkwardly she rose from her seat, grasping at the plate, looking nervously back to the kitchen. "I have to get ready for my... an interview."