[ He stops at the touch, looking back to her, and smiling when he pieces things together and realizes she's thanking him for more than just the help with her eye. His other hand reaches too, settling over hers lightly, a very brief squeeze of his fingers around hers before he lets go again. ]

You're welcome.

[ She really doesn't need to thank him for anything, not as far as he's concerned, but he gets it. Transsexuals still get mistreated as it is even in the time he's from, he can only imagine that to her, things must have been much harsher and more complicated. So much so that even a sliver of kindness or understanding would be an incredibly jarring thing. ]

You'll be alright on your own? I can find you a bed if you want to get some rest here, but you might be more comfortable in your own room.