She is tall, fair and fey, but he is taller. She does not resist his touch, and as he turns her face up to his a cool breeze darts through the air, bringing the slightest sheen of moisture to her eyes and easily hiding the darkness behind them.

"Rilian," she says, the sweet gentle voice very soft now. "Some of it you know -- you have seen evidence of the struggles that I have been put through here."

And had promised to guard her and protect her as a result, although she does not mention it aloud-- it is not really necessary to, after all.

"How can I not distrust, when there are those that would gladly see me dead, simply because of what I am?"