For long moments she's just staring at the small piece of paper between her slightly trembling fingers, its vivid yellow and Francis' nicely formed letters capturing her gaze... - that half-smile is there, on her face too, now that the nun's plan is finally revealed.
"It'sss bcauss I..... I thoghttt... u coulld nevrr lovv a womannn likkk me."
Alliana confesses. No matter how much it shocks him, hurts him, surprises him, Michael has the right to know the truth, all her silly fears, her worries about their future together.
"I knoww u arrr a docttor.. but it'sss ntt romanti ccc at a lll..." - she quits speaking then, dropping her head back against the headrest, like a climber who finally reached the peak of the mountain.
From this point things can only get easier, she sighs, closing her eyes, still to escape from reality...