Sam is playing with her hair, and the result is an undeniable prickle on her scalp, and a fond smile. Porrim shakes her head.

"Well, when you put it that way...yeah." Her voice has gone low, and a bit throaty. What it must be like, in another world, to be able to have conversations like this out in the open, and not to have to pretend they didn't happen every other waking moment of your day. "I don't regret it either, though."