Dia nods, falling into pace by Mari's side in silence. She's certainly more mindful of her surroundings now, careful not to get lost in her thoughts -- and kind of mortified at herself still, on top of it all. But... Mari's been sweet. There's comfort to be found there.

Tentatively, she reaches out to wrap her fingers around Mari's; a show of appreciation, or so she hopes. Her eyes flicker over to the other girl's face, narrowing in warning: tease her for this and she's pulling away. Don't make her regret it.