Mari didn't pull her hand away when Dumas grasped it. She just kept it there, looking at the contrast between the two hands as well. She waited with her usual patience for him to release his hand. Even though she was usually pretty averse to touch, Dumas's didn't seem to make her nervous. It was as though she was sure he wasn't a threat for her.<br/><br/>Her smile became wider when Dumas agreed he was okay, and she raised her eyes to meet his. Her expression seemed the same sweet and kind one she wore all the time. When he stepped behind her again, she pulled her hair back and waited for him to fasten the clasp.<br/><br/>As Dumas looked at her, Mari showed a big smile. Her cheeks turned slightly rosy when he said she looked beautiful. "Thanks, Dum. For everything." She held out her hand and gave his one last squeeze. "Even for the white lie about me looking beautiful.", she added playfully.