(Damn it. Of course she's up further against him whenever he's trying to not focus on the thought though he is grateful that he would not dare think of kissing her in this state now that her face is hidden. What a relief in that regard though his resonance was likely helping her at this point from what closeness she's getting.

Even if he didn't know what else he could do to remotely enable that heat of his to go throughout her body without pushing certain boundaries further. It's nothing more than just this he can do with holding her; with truly just making certain she survives the night knowing her life is more at risk than his own.)

... does that mean you intend to follow me after this? (Somehow he has a gut feeling that she is going to find out the truth of his reasons for being there through that. But, he's worried, he isn't certain what she might do now that she intends to be closer and she is in fact unpredictable in how her vengeance can go. This was the variable he in fact had been hoping to avoid earlier.) Then if you're going to track me, not a word of what you see is meant to be spoken to others.

(His tone though tired was far more serious than earlier. He won't tell her the truth but the moment she sees him there, enacting his own dance in his own way with the Gravestone she'll likely know. He knew he should have taken another sword but it's far too late to regret his decision.

She'll just have to take it to the grave with her as he will alone.)