[Nero's taken aback by her words, knitting his brow and suddenly, almost bashfully turning his face away from her.

Why the hell would she say something like that to him? She barely even knew him!

And yet, as much as Nero tried to resist, he couldn't entirely ignore the warm, almost painful sensation in his chest that her words caused. It wasn't just the kindness in them, but the fact he'd never, never had somebody say something like that to him. Not when he was like this, with this arm of his completely out in the open.]

[Nero has nothing to say to her save for silent acceptance.]