She just stood for a moment, watching him, things of long-ago replaying in her mind, her eyes growing sadder, softer. "Oh."

Then she quietly crossed the distance between them, reached to place a kiss exactly where Harry Al had, and stepped back away before he needed to react. Returning to her place at the sink, she nodded, accepting what he'd said - and the fact that he hadn't been able to finish.

It was a very rare thing that he was left speechless, and she definitely preferred it wasn't like this.

So she let it go. Her voice was clear and at peace with the words.

"All right."

No conditions. No if-laters. No arguments that it was easy to say she couldn't help if he didn't let her.
None.

Not in her words, nor in her tone, nor in her mind.