There was a slight wince, more from surprise than anything else, at the brush of fingers across her cheek. She couldn't remember the last time her face had been touched like that, except... she could, but she was trying not to fall back into the mire of her past. Marjara wanted her to focus on the present and that guidance was welcomed right then.

Amélie looked up, eyes meeting the elf's, as she honestly thought about that question. What came to her as an answer was so sudden, from a place deep in her gut, and the absurdity of it made her laugh a little. If all she had was today and nothing more, she'd...

"Cry."

Another bit of laughter, raw and full of weird wonder followed. "How ridiculous is that?"

The hand that she'd been keeping on Marjara's cheek turned so she could run the back of her fingers down the elf's neck, over where her grip had earlier pressed in. "I really do like killing; I'm very good at it."

Maybe she could find some kind of equillibrium between Amélie LaCroix and the Widowmaker. At least while she was out of Talon's reach.