She didn't know what was more surprising: that he was just going to let her go or that he did it without asking a single question. For all of his faults, and there were many if she was being honest, and all of his insistences that trust was dangerous, by not asking a single question he was granting her his own trust. He could have asked and she would have felt obligated to answer fully but...he didn't. And by staying silent, he was offering her a level of respect she didn't realize she had needed until now.
Her hand slipped from him and her dress was in her hands in the same moment another illusion covered her form once again.
Then she hesitated again before turning back towards him and bridging the gap with a few swift steps to press her lips against his in another, deeply passionate kiss that even left her feeling winded.
"Thank you." She whispered before fleeing from his room and back up into the moonlight, to the exact spot that she had slept every night since boarding the ship. Right against the rail with no blankets or pillows, just her, the open air, and the moon.