Her first reaction is to want to kiss him, to prove him wrong. But looking at him, she doesn't. Something tells her that to kiss him, after he said that, wouldn't do anything to counter his doubt. Maybe she's wrong, but it's her instinct and she's going to follow it.

"Not in public, darling. And," Kate adds, tiling her head a little archly, "not with that broom attached to your face."

Instead, she hugs him. Goes on tiptoe and holds him close, closer, trying to make up for his attempt to draw away. "Come home, Ben," she says, softly. "The Inn's still standin', I got the main fire on. Come home."