She wiped her eyes, looking up at him and seeing his expressions change. He looked appalled! As appalled as she felt! Why was she crying? Her mother would have had a fit to see her daughter cry before Anyone! 

Just like that she began to shut it down, to draw it all back in. She dropped her hands into her lap and clenched them. Then she shook of his hand and cut her eyes at him, though with a lot less heat than she imagined she was showing. It was as if to say, 'who's crying?!' 

But his welcoming attitude and the simple acknowledgment of her name... Oh, even she could not stand against that.

She was not the type to throw herself in a man's arms, cry, and be grateful. There was a time she might have done that to her mother or father but that was long past. Now, however, she didn't know HOW to react. She looked at him helplessly, sincerely floundering.

"Ah... that will have to do. I suppose," she said quietly. She didn't say it with the disdain she'd shown earlier. But frankly it wasn't ideal! For a lot of reasons and not just her tastes!