Anne's heartbeat picks up at the gentle embrace and his words. It makes her happy to hear, so much has she missed being doted on and touched, even if she wasn't speaking of the Dead Zone specifically. She's content enough with the answer to let him keep it, hand settling next to her head where she can feel something beneath his shirt, over his heart. Some sort of pendant?

Curious, not thinking she should have to ask permission, Anne simply slides her hand up until she can find the chain hidden beneath his collar, tugging the pendant out. She tilts her head back a bit to see, and finds herself transfixed with the beauty of the small crystal.

"Is it a sin to want to be near me, then? The me who is not me; Not Anne Boleyn nor Anne the Queen." Of course she can say it when it's in the negative. "Who am I to be?"