She nods, and smiles, tears slipping down her cheeks, as she slides in to the bedroll with him, any arguments about her own guilt dying on her lips, as she squeezes him tight, her lips seeking out his, even as the tears start to trickle down her cheeks. She'll hold him for a long moment, crying softly, before she'll let him start to strip her, but once her clothes start coming off, she starts to get into the act with a fierce passion.