Thérèse listened, and sniffed, dabbing at her eyes again. Christopher was such a sweetheart... she let out a sigh, before giving in to her urge and wrapping her arms around his neck, holding him close. "Thank you, monsieur, for everything you've done for me. You've done more than you know." She swallowed hard, before turning her head, intending to kiss his cheek.
But as seemed the way with these things, she misjudged it and it landed instead just under his ear, as such turning it into something much more intimate than she'd intended. But she went with it, holding the kiss for a moment, before pulling back and giving him another little squeeze. "Forgive the cliché, but you're my hero."