I know. You're so good hearted and noble. Of course it will bother you. But I promise you, I'm okay. I have no regrets.

[ As long as she can keep holding his hand, there's no regrets. She smiles when he takes hers again. Their fingers seamlessly fit between one another. She gives a nod of agreement and begins to lead him out of the alley, so they can resume their journey to the harbor.

She gives him a mock indignant look. ]

For the last time, I do not snore! You must be thinking of someone else.