“What? No!” She was so confused now, so tangled in all the different places her emotions had been pulled to. She lowered her forehead to his shoulder, oblivious to the possibility of her hair catching in the chain mail. “I don’t understand what’s going on here.”
”Well that would make the two of us,” he murmurs, resting his head against her own, being careful so he wouldn’t hurt her.
“Can we just,” she began, fingers curling over his bicep, “can we just go somewhere quiet and alone and maybe trust each other a little bit?”