She paused in her pacing, and for a moment she just stared at Gareth. It lingered, perhaps too long before her lips pursed and there was a definite scrunching of her features. Disgust, however, was not present. Her hand gripped the shirt tighter and she just stared for several long seconds, and were he perceptive enough he'd realize that it was not judgement of his looks that pulled such an expression on her face.

She was trying desperately not to cry.

Swallowing, it took her what felt like an eon to find her voice; though the words had been there all along. "You look alive."