[He has to wonder how much of that cheerfulness is genuine, just how carefree she can be when she'd been living on the streets, but it isn't something he'll ever question aloud. He'll shrug a little at her words instead, still smiling.]
You don't need to worry about me, but... thank you.
[Not that this is about him at all, he's fairly certain. Still with how happy she looks, he can't really tell her off. He doesn't need-- he can look after himself. He just doesn't want to hurt her feelings.]
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You don't need to worry about me, but... thank you.
[Not that this is about him at all, he's fairly certain. Still with how happy she looks, he can't really tell her off. He doesn't need-- he can look after himself. He just doesn't want to hurt her feelings.]