Josephine felt like crying again, knowing Raoul was acting strong and tough for the sake of her happiness. But it still hurt her, it didn't lessen the blow. "I would kiss you, but you are out of my reach." She softly sighed. She was about chest level with him, and even on her tip-toes she could not reach his lips, nor even be tall enough to his throat. She gently kissed his chest, careful not to hurt him, avoiding the many wounds he had. "I have no worry for myself, my sweet Raoul. My worries are for you, as even for my mistakes it is you who takes the punishment. You are the one in pain, and it only hurts me because our hearts are one and the same, your pain is mine."