It does get something dangerously close to a laugh out of her— a rarity, something she can't remember doing outside of his company in years, and only very rarely within it. He lets insults and name-calling glance off of him as if they were nothing, probably because he knows better than anyone that from her, the coldest thing would be to say nothing at all. She appreciates never having to translate for him.

He practically glows when he talks about Yonah. It makes something deep down in her chest ache; not unpleasantly so, but seeing that kind of devotion was so rare in this world. If there was ever any doubt that their efforts had been worth it, that all of the shit they'd been through together meant something, that note of pride in his voice whisks it all away.

It had been absolutely worth it.

"She's a resilient kid. Probably gets that from you."

It's almost a compliment— almost. Then, there's that offer again, the one he's made before, the one she doesn't know how to let herself accept. She frowns a little, folding her arms as she averts her gaze and fixes it on some unimportant point to her right. Easier than looking right at him, at least, even if it's stupid and pointless.

"You might say I'm welcome, but your neighbors wouldn't be too happy about it." It's a flimsy excuse at this point, maybe, but they'd made their feelings about her and Emil quite clear in the past.

It was like anywhere else, aside from Facade— Kainé was better off staying outside the walls.