Scar's eyes soften at her stilted word of thanks. He knows what she means, the magnitude of it. It still catches him off guard, how easy it is to read her now that he isn't checking himself every moment he's in her presence. He can have enough painstaking sincerity for both of them.

He reaches gently for the outsides of her shoulders, drawing her into his arms.

In another moment, he'll be pulling the hat from her head and dropping it carelessly to the floor. It's in the way.