( she does trust him. it's a powerful, humbling thing that takes his voice in the moment, the full force of her gratitude and what she came here to do and not do suddenly thick in the air; weighing on him. he takes the list, his eyes averting from her, his tongue sweeping between his lips. paper pocketed, he reaches to bind her last limb.
he doesn't believe anyone has trusted him quite this much. perhaps more pointedly, he's rarely given any so completely reason to do so. )
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he doesn't believe anyone has trusted him quite this much. perhaps more pointedly, he's rarely given any so completely reason to do so. )