She knew he couldn't feel the pain her thorns caused, but she still half tensed, waiting for a sound or flinch of pain. Hearing none, she glanced back towards him, then at her hand, slightly uneasy at the crackles of the thorns. The hand holding his gave it a slight squeeze, as a faint half-smile touched her lips, ".. you always say that." She huffed softly, though her thumb still gently brushed against his. It really wasn't fair to him that she kept so many things to herself when he kept trying to reach out to her.

But it also wasn't fair to him to reach back because there was no future for her. For them. But to make that clear to him she'd have to tell him the truth. She reached over with a hand to cover both of theirs, finding it even harder to speak than usual. "I'm sorry.." How many times has she said that by now..? It was still true though; she was sorry she's been lying to him, sorry she let him get close enough that he would be affected by her death. But it also gave her more resolve to protect the world so that he and their other companions would be able to live.