She hadn't really expected that response and it hurt a bit that he seemed surprised. The fleeting emotion in his eyes was enough to make old guilt gnaw its way through her stomach. But then, she supposed, she deserved it. Rose had a stupid young woman who'd kept aloof for far longer than necessary. If she'd been more willing to commit, things might have been different. Gar might not have...
She stopped herself from thinking the words. Gar wasn't dead now and that was what counted.
"I..." She breathed out a quiet laugh and tried very hard to not look at him as though he'd been dead to her for decades. "Morning, Gar." Sitting back and not really caring that she was naked, she sighed. "It's the bed," she said after a moment of awkward silence, "I really like your bed. It's comfortable."