Tristan watched her as she spoke, the injury to his pride soon forgotten. The touch on his arm was freer than he was used to, but her vulnerability seemed to make it acceptable. He hoped none of the 'consequences' she would have to accept would ever materialize. But she was right, she was a woman grown, and he realized that it was her decision. And just as he realized it was her decision, he found himself caring more for her wellbeing than he ever had.

He nodded slowly. "You're right. Of course, it's your decision," he said quietly. He moved back a little and sighed. Then he folded his hands over one another again. "I just hope that if you go through with this, and you should ever find yourself in harm's way, you will consider me a friend and reach out to me."