Anastasia looked at him when he started to speak, his hand on his shoulder. The last time they had had contact like that was when she thought she lost Melor and he was trying to calm her down. It was funny because... it did. She sighed and moved to lean against him, resting her head on his shoulder. Millie smiled and took Arabella's arm and guided her into the washroom to clean up while the two of them spoke. Anastasia smiled and laughed slightly, "Well, I'm glad that you like my rambling... Because I seem to have been doing it a lot," she shook her head, "I'm glad that I'm not boring you any."

She sat there relaxed against him for a little bit before she realized what she was doing. She blushed deeply and quickly sat up. She held her hands together tightly and looked at Samsul, still blushing, "Sorry... Um... If you want.... you can go... I don't really plan on leaving... if you want to call in an early night," She started to rub her hands together, "But.. um.... If you don't... That okay too..."