She smiled when he said he didn't want her to forget and almost hugged him for it, but she stopped herself... Last time she rushed it, bad things happened. This time would be different, she vowed. She would let things bloom organically. At least... that was what she was telling herself as she gazed at the man who occupied her free time. Not that she had pushed anything before, only that she wasn't pushing now. She'd been bold to confess her feelings to him, but she'd also learned the hard way that sometimes one did have to live in the moment because life was a series of them.

"I know," she said, gazing right back into his blue ones when he spoke of listening to her talk about nightmares. "I think I told ye about it on the train... or didn't I?" she didn't remember.

"It was me own fault last time people started talkin'." She shook her head, "If they talk now, it'll be for the right reasons only." While she hungered for touch, she knew better than to leap into his arms willy nilly. Another valid reason for her to go on slow.

She nodded at his next words and started walking again, tugging the reins, "Come along."