She's not altogether expecting his hand to cover hers. She thinks for a moment that he's going to brush her touch away, but he doesn't. For some reason, this makes her glad.
His verdict that she's a better person is one that she considers arguing, because she doesn't see herself as better. Perhaps just more understanding. She believes that people can change.
It eases a weight in her heart that she didn't realize had settled there when he smiles. It's almost disarming, the way that it makes him look young and innocent.
"I'm not sure if I'd be a help or a hindrance, but I'd like that regardless. I'll look you up in the journals," she said, offering her answering smile as a reassurance.
It seems so late now, and with so much to think about, she feels as though she should take her leave even if she's reluctant to. She twists her hand in his and gives it a soft squeeze, uncurling her legs, "I should be going. My flatmate'll be looking for me...but I'll be seeing you, Astrophel. Promise."