Silver Moraine you were one of those classic ones

It was then that they should have departed, broken from this trance and returned to the lives that lay in waiting for them; stepping back into reality seemed... far too difficult for either of them to achieve. She saw one hind tense in preparation of the move, but move he did not - the assassin seemed caught, as though his goal was set behind glass and he could not quite break through to the other side. 

There was a deep longing in her chest again, the fallen queen felt the tingles of hesitation take hold of her mind - there were two roads here, two different journeys to be had. She didn't know... but then again, what did she know anymore? What was right and what was wrong, what was the answer? Nobody could tell her, there was nobody there to tell her. It was a path she had to take for herself and, biting her lip, the dove took a step forward, rather than back. "Yes... unless... unless you wanted to... I don't know, come back with me?" Soft eyes met those of the charcoal man, and suddenly she blinked. "That's if you want to. Um... you don't have to. You have... things to do, right?" Her head shook back and forth, but her cold nose pressed tenderly to his shoulder. You must take care of yourself, Cry. 

What was she doing?