Griffin gave her a nod, and loosened his scarf from his neck. He'd never go back if he could. He didn't feel at home there. If Griffin had a choice, he would stay here. In Beata he felt something like a home. And it was more than enough for him. He'd be okay, maybe a bit down for a little bit. But none of the less, maybe something good came out of this. Keira became someone he could trust wholeheartedly. At that thought, Griffin looked away from her eyes and down to the ground. The blood rushed to his cheeks. He was unaware that Keira could feel it. For what seemed like the hundredth time, the blond repeated himself. "Thank you."