[Ben, ever vigilant, doesn't miss the difference. He's not sure yet what it means, but he doesn't miss it, studying her sidelong as they approach the chapel.

The corner of his mouth twitches, neither a smile nor a frown, and he returns his attention ahead.]

It's alright. I am unharmed, as are you, and we do not know each other. I have been told and observed often enough that I do not have many of the expected reactions as others do.

Do you? Like having people close?