What. [ a huffed and quiet sigh, as she fights not to avoid his eyes. ]

Let's not talk about this anymore. Please? [ she takes his hand again where he's pulled it back to his own lap, tugging him toward her again gently, back into her personal space. ] It's a moot point anyway, until they actually get the portal functioning as it should.

[ in the meantime she'd resume painting his face, as she'd started quite a lovely picture of a sunrise above a treeline around his eyes and cheeks. ]