She had turned towards him and they were touching all over again, though without the tension that had seemed to hold them together like glue before. Alfred settled in to this position as though it were a new state of existence; the two of them on the bed could have been the entire world as far as he was concerned. It almost confused him when she spoke, and his brow clouded over at her words. Home.

"Oh," was all he managed. He didn't know what else to say. He almost asked Now? but realized it was a stupid question. It wasn't as though there was any alternative. She couldn't just stay here, despite how final and all-consuming their cuddling had seemed only seconds ago. She had to leave, and she had likely already been away from whoever had brought her here far too long to avoid suspicion entirely. Lingering would only make it worse, and it was already probably very bad. He didn't even know who she was here with. For all he knew, they might have started searching the ship for any sign of her already.

Still, it felt strange to disconnect from the moment so completely and so quickly. This wasn't some sort of business interaction that they could just shake hands and walk away from. He certainly wasn't eager to see her go, but he knew he could say nothing to make her stay.

"Should I walk you out?" he asked uncertainly. He didn't know where she was going, and whether it would make things better or worse for her to be seen with him after having been gone so long. The idea that she might apparate out of his cabin without using the front door hadn't even occurred to him.