[She makes a noise in the back of her throat, not quite an uncomfortable one, but at the way that her heart tugs at his words.]

I suppose you are right...

[She didn't want to be so soft and vulnerable, especially now, yet as she looks over the tree, she can't help but hope that he and Willow do choose to stay, and that they can at least watch over the new owls. Perhaps even help teach them how to fly.]

Look at me... They have not even gone anywhere yet and I am already a mess.

[Her fist bumps against his chest, giving him the tiniest shove.]

You've made me all soft. I ought to make you pay for that.