It's not a refusal. She repeats that to herself. He's not refusing, he's not mocking, he's simply asking. Of course, he'd want to confirm her intention, look at the state she'd been in not even half an hour ago. She keeps reminding herself of these things as she bites her lower lip and nods, wanting that to be answer enough but knowing it might not.

"It's a very human response," she tries to explain, nerves now coming out in her tone. "In times of stress, we want to be close to someone, to feel alive and safe and cared for."

She's never had the luxury of experiencing that before. For just a little while, she wants to lose herself in how safe she feels with him. But... But. "But I understand if you don't want to. It's okay. I'll be okay."