[ Even with everything she's said— and everything he confirms that he's seen, there seems to be no judgement from him, which leaves her feeling relieved, and... and there's a vague realization at the back of her mind that this is the first time in a long time that she's actually felt really, genuinely good.

(She shoves that thought down in the box, her pride wanting to focus on that as much as her mental state wants to focus on the other, more troublesome feelings of before.)

Instead, she smiles at what he says about Kaeya and Jean. As frustrating as each of them can be at times, in their own ways... ] They're good friends to you. And while I'm sure it feels to you like you're being needlessly cared for, with the vast number of admirers you have, it probably is for the best.

[ And maybe with this kind of mention, she'd be left trying to tamp down the unjustifiable anger that tries to surface once more at the thought of all the women who throw themselves at him— but this time, that's not the case, because his earlier words bolster her mood a little, leave her smile less strained and much more fond in how it frames her lips. ]

I hope they'll be prepared to let you out of their sight with me, however.

[ Despite how the words on their own might have sounded, there's nothing in her tone of voice that implies her meaning to be anything other than affectionate. In case their current situation weren't clear enough, she has no intention of taking advantage of him, anyway. ]