She slides her arms around him when he pulls her close, face buried in his shoulder. It's warm here. There's comfort in this embrace. It's... safe. It should be, and so it is. The same way it's safe with Wolfe, or with Yennefer. The way it was with Cinder.

The way it was with Aloïs.

Maybe she shouldn't trust this, but for once, her gut isn't twisted with the pain of worry over what may be. It's not that she's going to ruin things by doing this, it's that she might if she doesn't. She can't lose him to this, too, and if he says he'll be all right... she trusts him. If she can't be there for him, she knows Wolfe can be. She can - she will - part from their mage long enough to make sure the cleric is well. That's more important than the first few hours after this is done.

Her fingers clutch at his shoulders as she lifts her head just enough to whisper in his ear. "I trust you. I love you, and I... I trust you to tell me what you can do in this."

She retreats again into his shoulder, breathes in the familiar scent of him in the warmth of his embrace in this unfamiliar kitchen, and holds tight. "I need you, Chris. Please." Please, don't ever go.