Re: Sitting area; sofa
She'd made a connection with him in a way she didn't usually make, and the thought of leaving him alone there with just words only built on that spark of sadness that had begun to bloom. She knew what it was like to be alone, and leaving someone else that way made her feel... cruel. But neither could she stay when someone pushed her away. Would he truly be alone if he had his writing and creation to keep him company?
"There will be more stories to tell later. Find me if you want them. I'll try to tell some of them, if I can." She shifted away and pushed to her knees, holding her robe with one hand and bracing the other on the cushions of the sofa. Before she rose any further, she leaned over and pressed her lips his cheek, high along the bone near the corner of his eye. "Good night..." She rose the rest of the way and then turned, stepping carefully until she was free of the sofa and the table, and then made her way back into the other areas of the house.