She holds back an amused little huff, and pushes herself up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. "It's sweet of you to say," she murmurs, extracting herself from the hug gently, without altogether shaking him off. No attempts are made there.

That hug, strange and awkward though it was, made her feel better. He patted her back - did he notice that she shivered and melted a bit at the touch? Astarion can be very perceptive, she wouldn't put it past him. He's probably realised that she has touch-starved written on her forehead.

"No, I'd like to go," she admits, throwing a cursory glance around the campsite. "I think...getting away from here will help. Carving some time..." She hesitates a bit, returning her gaze towards him, her voice and her expression softening to almost tentatively hopeful, "...for ourselves?"

She takes a small step closer and leans in to whisper: "I don't want you to think that I'm not interested, because I very much do like you." More than like. "But it's your choice."