[ At first, it's fair to say she doesn't believe him, even with the seriousness of his tone, even with everything that's happened tonight. As the storm lessens up outside and that horrible feeling sinks into her gut, it feels like doubt is slapping her repeatedly in the face. Not of his words or his intent so much but of his feelings, which she fears may turn to regret as day breaks on their night.

He may have temporarily melted her ice wall with his warmth, but she's kept it up protecting her for so many years that it's rebuilt itself out of habit and without warning, and she's reeling from the sudden freeze.

Still, she nods, managing a small smile, at the heat in his second words, the tone in his voice sending a shiver down her spine. Despite the suddenly renewed feeling of wanting to run, to protect herself, she has to keep some sense of normalcy about her, about the situation, until they part ways. She can fall apart then, and only then. ]

Of course. There are a lot of thoughts I wouldn't have shared tonight if I didn't trust your intent to keep your promises, Ragnvindr.