That... She already knew all of that, about how he seemed so much more willing to find an actual romantic partner in Hythlodaeus. And indeed, from the outside looking in, it seems like a much smoother arrangement. But she doesn't budge from his embrace, even though a part of her is telling him he was right the first time. This would've been so much less complicated if she'd just listened...

Too late for that, though. As ever.

"No," she says, and sighs. "I'm sorry. I guess I was trying to quantify it in a way that doesn't fit. If this is really all the time we have, then... I shouldn't spend it waffling over whether I should or shouldn't."

Her arms come up to curl around him, and it's comfortable like that. She hadn't outright opposed his idea to save Amaurot in part because she didn't have the heart to squash it, but if he knows somewhere deep down that it's an unlikely hope, perhaps it won't be a problem after all.

"Do you want to go back with me?" she asks as she breaks away, picking up her bags. "I was about to make dinner. I could make some for you, too."