[ She... she hesitates a moment, but that strange little thanks? She brushes up the girl's bangs, the touch now serving as something close to a head pat. It's nothing like that time when they first met - then, she had been trying to erase the girl's memories. She was nothing to her. This time, well... ]

Think nothing of it. [ Seriously. ] I did, after all, invite you to my Shihaba, even if there are circumstances that forced my hand there.