"I will come by in the morning and we can go together," she offered, noticing that he would not turn around to look at her. She had been hurt by him, but she was not looking to return the favor. She just needed the night for herself. She started towards the door before stopping and turning back to look at him. "I... love you, Illya." It was not a word she used lightly, and her voice was soft and low. Although she did not owe him any such thing, she still wanted to reassure him that she wasn't going anywhere. Not really.