She moves slightly under his touch; it's a natural reaction when she likes his hands so much. But she keeps her gaze fixed on his face, listening, and strokes his cheek as he speaks.

Well, York had told her South was a clone, so she knew that now. She hadn't known it in time to tell North. "I'm sorry," she says quietly. For several things; for the stress on him, for her saying the dumb thing that kind of warned South about that. Does he know about that?

She shifts her hand down to rest on his chest again. "You're the one who's going to still be here. You have to protect yourself, when getting hurt wouldn't do anything."