"It would," Lenore said, immediately soothed at the thought of it. She feels entirely safe in his presence. Nothing can harm her and he won't allow her to suffer any indignity. "Of course it would. I trust you. And I struggle to imagine anything that could get past you." Her cheeks flush again, blood rising to the surface, her skin still rosy and warm compared to her sisters. Quick to show her emotions. Even though she knows how to shift her displays of emotion to make others interpret them in one way or another, she can't help the way they well up.

She turns her attention to resetting the chess board, placing the pieces back where they belong. She feels a little bit foolish, knowing that she's so young compared to him, and she's not sure how much help she can be--or has been--aside from spouting wild theoreticals. Like a nervous little bat, fluttering its wings and hopping around, all energy and emotion. He's promised that she'll be safe with him, and she can't imagine anything that would present a true challenge to that promise. Even in the very worst case scenario, with armies at his gate and a god-like being leading them, she imagines that they'd disappear quietly somewhere safe, to one of the distant corners of the world.

But it still makes her blush to confess that she trusts him and that she feels safe in his presence. She wants to be able to stay here, in his presence, because she craves safety above almost all other things.