{Her expression is one of utter gratitude - she'd half-expected that he'd express some other emotion - but acceptence, now that was precious.}

I - thank you, France. Maybe when I catch up to you - I'll, I'll call in that favour.

She's quiet as he says what he feels, before sitting there for a few more moments.}

He's just always there, and it's hard, here, without him... You're right, I guess. I think it just took another's perspective for me to realise it.