[She's asked Cloud to get her home before, as her bodyguard. But she couldn't this time. She just...couldn't, couldn't create that obligation. She touches Cloud's forehead lightly, just below the hairline, holding back some strands. At a loss of how to respond; she's not surprised Cloud offered, but how should she answer? When she's caught in between wanting to shield him from any more guilt if something goes wrong, and throwing herself into that hope... That uncertainty shows in her face.]
Sob, this boils down to ".........."