Natalie's tears were her own problem, and she'd deal with them herself. They were mostly gone already, anyway. (Though some of them had soaked a little bit of his shirt. That'd dry too.) She watched him for a moment longer, then got out of the room ––

And sat down on the floor just outside his door.

She wasn't sure how long she'd stay. She just knew James would have to fight her if he tried to resume his guard position before she was ready to leave it.