[She does focus on him when he tucks her hair behind her ear, tilting her head a little in confusion. It's a very soft, familiar gesture that she hadn't been expecting from him, is all, even if his words don't really give her any consolation.]

It's okay if you go. [She reaches up and takes his hand in both of hers as if to impress her sincerity upon him. She means that, too; she'd be sad, of course, and she'd miss him. There are so many people who've touched her heart and left, either through their own desire or forces outside of their control. Some of them, she'd hoped she'd see again; others, she knew she never would. It's not that she's unaccustomed to loss.

But it's more complicated than that.]

I mean it. I won't stop you from leaving. But you can't ask me not to worry about you. That's not who I am, you know? Even if it's a big responsibility, I don't think I can not carry it.