Long is an accurate description; she waffles between comfortable and not. It's never a particularly comforting gesture on principle, but it is Soldat, who is both a comforting figure himself and possesses a certain body language easy to misinterpret if judged rashly.

...But she is tired, and readying herself to ask what warrants the focus when he beats her to it. And she melts, a little bit. Visibly softens, head to toe. All but a puddle in her chair.

She's actually at a loss for words, for a little stretch of her own.

"I - won't waste it, ever. Thank you so much, Soldat. I hardly know what to say."