[He'll let her, and he looks back, but it's hard to read much in his expression beyond the fading vestiges of that tender emotion and a weariness that belies his true age.]

Thank you. [THEY'RE FREE THOUGH YIPPEE. Back in the Helly Belly and so glad for it... What a time to be alive. Or undead. It's fine. He gives her hand a little squeeze, clearing his throat from the last lingering feeling of lycoris poison. A beat as he considers, and then:]

She was assassinated by the rest of our family and left in that field. I was around five at the time, so it's been quite a while.