[ It was for the better, yes. She would have huffed, claimed he was trying to make her feel foolish or something of the sort. Her body language now is open, at least. Her arms aren't folded and she mostly looks forward at him, though she doesn't always meet his eyes. That isn't out of anger or annoyance, more out of being alone with him. She'd had her moments alone with the others, but the two of them rarely had a chance to spend that sort of time together. ]

I don't think he'll ever lose that certain sadness about him. [ Her voice is quiet and again, she finds the table more interesting than him and gazes to it. ] I think that he's very lonely, so I... I was going to go see him, maybe. Even if he wouldn't indulge much in my company. [ She laughs a little, more to fill the silence and try not to let it get too heavy in here than for a genuine reason (though she is, in her own way, happy right now). ] Everyone's so busy. It can't really be helped, though.