Cool air flooded into the few inches between them, reminding Sisse that the charm was broken. That this fragile gentle moment was already shattering irreparably. But is voice, his concern... it drew something from the very center of her. "Yes." In that vulnerable moment between then and now, that moment where she hovered in him embrace held her tight and just for one moment, she wanted to believe in the magic of it, in the tender fragile thing of what had been, rather than what would be. And so she allowed herself this weakness, this moment of truth, letting it trail over her face. There was no pain in her look, no anger, no hard edge. It was just her and Alvin and a raw truth between them.