"It's the same thing to me," she points out. "What are you looking for, in your stars?" His stars. His home. She knows where he belongs.

A tilt of her head lets her watch him out of the corner of her eye. She's not wary, but she's not quite relaxed enough around him to not want to keep track of where he is. Not for any particular reason, just, reasons. The way she's considering his posture may be because she's considering a cuddle to keep them both warm.