[ She just stares at him in stunned silence for a moment. And then, slowly, she reaches up and pulls her hood back down.

Seems like she's decided not to run after all. ]

... look after me? But I... [ Her face feels warm, and there's this weird pressure behind her eyes. She rubs at her face, not understanding what she's feeling. ] I don't deserve it. I know I don't. But... if that's really what you believe, then maybe I should believe it, too.