The sensation of his lips against her skin brought with it a wave of conflicting emotions just as every other touch seemed to have recently, thoughts she had lived with constantly for the past month whether he acknowledged it or not. Among them was the strong desire to push him back and walk away again, in order to make clear that she was indeed still upset about the discovery she had uncovered during their time in the Rift, the longing to be able to so easily forgive and move on from it so they could still have a chance to make the most of their time left (and it seemed so much shorter now), and perhaps most selfishly, behind all the others, was the wish to return to how things had been before, to the peaceful ignorance he may have tried to protect her with before. A farce that was already shadowed by the fear of losing him again. Except the soldier knew well that it would never be possible to go back to that, and she wouldn't fool herself into believing so once more.

All of them together made her expression indecipherable when her eyes snap up to meet his, and prompted her to again turn away hardly a moment after as she tried to regather a semblance of composure. Regardless of the battle waging within Tear had every intention of at least spending this time with him and perhaps listening to whatever he might say, and for that to happen properly she couldn't allow him to see her like this. Still, when she found her hand in his she couldn't help but hold on more tightly. It was the greatest comfort she knew, and even now allowed her to put her thoughts back in order in time to appreciate the courtyard as they entered it.

Gazing around, another sigh pushed past her lips when she at last turned back to him, this time in no hurry to direct her attention away.

"I... want to be able to imagine where you are, wherever it is. Is that strange?" Whether it was exciting or not—that was her decision to make, though she couldn't negate the tiny curiosity that was always present in the back of her mind. "If you want to show me around now or some other time, I'll follow you."

Though he had to go and make that absolutely absurd suggestion, didn't he? Had the melodist had both hands free, she would have them placed on her hips to match the reproaching look on her face. As it was, she could only tug on his hand to communicate how ridiculous it was, maybe a little harder than she had intended. "And just what would I gain out of punching you for no good reason or outside of combat? Aside from an unnecessary trip to the hospital?"

Honestly, she didn't doubt that it was a remote possibility if she actually went through with the offer...