Albel watched her warily for a moment more. This was foolish -- dangerous, even. But it was her decision, and he wouldn't coddle her. At least that's what he told himself.

"If you are certain," he said finally, agreeing as much as he would. "Then you will take responsibility if you later decide you made a mistake."

There. He washed his hands of that. He wasn't a nice person, he warned her, she should know better. But, after a moment, he leaned against her hand with a resigned sigh. "... But I do like you here."

There, he'd said it. Let the sky fall.