[The sympathy is both comforting and warm, albeit surprising. Her shoulders hunch a little in embarrassment. How is it she can stand against Hollows and zombies and monsters without a twinge of fear, but be such a wuss when it comes to a horror movie?]

[After a moment of silence, her stiffened shoulders start to relax, as does her death grip on his arm. She whispers her gratitude, breath warming the spot of his shirt where her face is hidden.]

Arigatou, Souji-san.