Her head turns at that, cheek still resting against her arms and knees. For a long moment she watches his profile, quiet, as though she's seeing something for the first time.

The words resonate, humming inside of her like a completed chord. They hum and expand, and for a moment, she's warm, full in a way she can't remember being.

". . . Thank you," she murmurs.

"I'm sorry."