The tears dripping into her hair are barely noticed; she's weeping hard enough that it hitches her body, and she's sure that when she does finally get it under control her eyes will be swollen and her face a mess of red by how intensely it just hurts to let go. The ghosts behind them fade into nothingness, swirling with energy that sticks to the room like cobwebs.

She does though eventually let go, taking in a trembling breath as she finally steps back from him after what feels to her like a completely innumerable hours but more likely was just a few minutes; her head hung low.

"I think I need a minute." Her gloves soak up tears as Sylvie wipes her eyes and then her face in turns, trying to clear her vision enough to turn towards the door. To find that knob and pull it open and let fresher air flush through past them.