There's a part of her that knows she should care if someone sees her. That she shouldn't allow herself to be so... enamored wasn't the word for it, attached was. She shouldn't allow herself to be attached to a ghost. Her brothers would probably admonish something like that, but she didn't care.

Everything around her just melts away in his presence. Nothing else matters. Not the robots, the beach, or even the weird ears and tail he's sporting. The only thing that mattered in that moment was the feel of him close to her.

The wound is all but forgotten, her arms staying around his neck and her face buried in his chest. She didn't want to let go. Letting go would hurt too much.