[If he still had his tail from the dungeon, it would be wagging furiously right now. He wants to do more than pat her shoulder; he wants to touch her face, to embrace her, to drag her into one of the nearby springs and have his way... but he must wait. He must settle for this until she can truly understand his intentions. For now, she will continue to see him as that volatile tyrant, and rightly so.]

Stay and relax with us. You have more than earned it.

[Gilgamesh turns to leave and wander off, but not before imparting some final advice.]

It is... not so bad, being with others. Learning to understand. You may come to like it, if you try.

[On that cryptic note, Gilgamesh leaves her to her own ends.]