She looked at him silently as he offered the out she no longer wanted to take. She sat there for a moment, looked toward the door for a moment and then back at him. She was calm now, he knew, he was aware of her feelings and how she looked at him. "Nay, I would rather sit with ye if... if ye're not opposed." She was aware of the fact then that she was still touching his hand. She liked touching his hand. She reluctantly pulled it away, not wanting to force him into feeling what he wasn't ready for.

Ruth sighed and said softly, "I would be runnin' away if I left now. Ye've already heard me speak me truth, I couldn't have been so honest wit' anyone else. I couldn't go if I wanted. Away from here, I mean. To be honest, it'd break me heart ta leave me friends. I've ne'er felt so accepted as I have here." And with that, she sat back and lapsed into silence, her gaze remaining on him.