She nodded and smiled when he put the rose behind her ear. Then she lifted up on her toes and pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips. She drew back and looked up at him, her hand moving to take his when it was free to do so. "I think I am falling in love with ye, Lorn," she whispered. "I don't say it if I don't mean it." Her eyes searched his as she spoke, her lashes still wetly spiked from her tears. "And if ye don't feel the same way... I understand... but I cannot leave it unsaid." Her hand lifted to his cheek and she let her fingers graze over the planes and angles of his flesh, as if memorizing his face.