Gently she shifts him a bit, readjusting her grip. If she's honest with herself, it does worry her a little about exactly what has changed -- because he seems to think it was profound. But if it's anything that he showed as Conan, if the core is still Shinichi . . . somehow in the end she doesn't think it's anything that can't be surmounted.

And maybe again . . . more of it is admirable than he realizes.

"Almost there," she murmurs. The train is in sight now. Getting out of their wet things, sitting down together in the warmth . . . it will do both of them good.