It was the warmth that broke her from her shocked staring, head lifting so her bright green eyes could meet his as he spoke. Even she could make the connection when he said it, and she could not help but feel for him, especially when he had made it so abundantly clear how much his family meant to him.

Night Sky lifted her hand to cup his cheek, caring not for any oil or stains from his work that might have smeared his skin. "Thank you, truly." She didn't know if she would return home, if she would forget, but at least she knew now that she would not be forgotten, and that sliver of hope was more than enough for her. "Can I kiss you again?"