"Oh. I'm sorry." The distance between them is closed with a step and a hug, one arm wrapping around him before she reclaims her hand to finish the gesture. Her shawl falls off when she does this, but she doesn't seem to mind much. He'll keep her warm. He never has to admit anything he doesn't want to. Not to her. She'll take what he offers and if he's going to keep so much of himself closed off from her, well, she'll find friends to trust and who trust her elsewhere. She doesn't have time to be picky.

And it's not like it isn't working so far. "I'm glad you know I'm a woman of my word." Two, maybe three, but that doesn't mean everyone else wants to see it. He's handsome, but not to everyone's tastes.