There's no hesitation when she reaches out to meet Nihlus' extended offer, wrapping her hand around his. "You're not losing me. I'm not going anywhere, and I believe you; you've never given me reason not to."

Giving a reassuring squeeze, she runs her thumb gently over his skin, unpacking how he'd phrased it. That, such as it was, was probably as close as she was getting to an open confession — and certainly more than she'd anticipated.

There was so much there, tightly wound, wrapped up, tangled in a cluster inseparable from the very core of who he was. Even if they were only nearby each other, connected in no particular way, Nihlus didn't want to lose Saren, because in a way, it meant losing a piece of himself — whichever piece that might be.

"Have you talked to him about how you feel? Since he's been here."