[His answer is not one that she expects, but it seems par for the course that he never gives the answers she would expect from another man. She called him singular last night to Bran, and apparently that still holds true. Neither of them seem to find fault in the things the other worries about. It gives her hope that perhaps she will not drive away the first man she's ever wanted to keep herself. More than that, the first one she would allow to have and hold her as well.

His arms around her soothe the parts of her that were still rattled, and she turns her head to nuzzle in against him instead. His neck is closest to her mouth, so she drops a kiss as the base there.]

I like that you see it that way. I will...try to keep that in mind. The next time I feel badly about how I communicated--or didn't--with you.

[She breathes in deeply, centering herself with his scent, and opens her eyes slowly.]

Will you tell me more about your wolf? The way you talk about him...it makes me feel like I am missing some context for how significant it is when you say things like that part about me scolding you. Or how you said earlier he would have me and my wolf as yours and his....