Where his eyes are confused and lost, hers and pleading and determined. She only breaks their held gaze when she feels that strange glowing liquid around her hands.

Instinct tells her that she should let go. Who knows what that substance is, what it is capable of and what it can do to her. Yet she fights those urges and holds on. She can hardly expect him to trust her, if she doesn’t show him some degree of trust and she really does want to trust him. It is well worth the risk.

"I know there is not a lot I realize about your situation, but we can find a way," she continues when met with silence, "and I promise I will never give up on doing whatever I can to help." She gives his hand a gentle squeeze, feel how familiarly warm they are. Even renewed as they are, this hand was almost as familiar to her as her own.