[Naturally, her hand does come to rest over his heart. She likes it, too. She might not be able to feel his heartbeat under the layers of his suit, but she knows it's there, and she knows his heart is hers. Grace tips her head into his touch, just as she leans into the kiss, albeit briefly. They are in public, after all. But her hand remains on his chest.]

Then let this be the first and last parting between us.

[In the meantime, she has a small gift for him. Her other hand slips into her coat pocket, where she pull out a small, corked vial, the small amount of liquid in it a golden amber.]

I don't have much in the way of keepsakes, but I thought you might like to have some of my perfume.

[Not worn every day, but often enough for him to know the subtle scent. It lingers on her skin between washing, and it was there when they made love. She feels a bit silly offering it to him, but. Perhaps before his confession of love she'd wanted to be sure she wouldn't be forgotten. Her emotions are floating left and right and up and down, and she shakes her head with another small laugh, embarrassed. He's not a man going off to war. She's the one leaving, and only for a little while.]

Am I ridiculous?