Shyla smiled, and it was a surprisingly soft expression. "Thanks."
Her fingers found his, exploring with a feather-light touch for a moment. Then she let her touch travel up his arm to his shoulder, brushing gently against his collar for a moment, before ghosting up his neck to trace the line of her jaw.
Her eyes were focused, unseeing, almost on his-- somewhere just beneath his own gaze, on his cheek almost. Carefully, she lifted her other hand to join the first, brushing her fingertips gently over his cheeks, jaw, nose, lips, up to his brow, even incredibly softly ghosting across his eyelids.
Eventually, she pulled back, smile still in place. "Thank you," she repeated with a little dip of her head.