[He looks at their hands. Hers may be callused, but they still look pale and delicate next to his. He looks at the voyance rune he'd drawn himself on the back of his left hand, the rune that lets him see what others don't.
He takes a breath, squeezes her hands gently, and looks up to meet her gaze.]
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He takes a breath, squeezes her hands gently, and looks up to meet her gaze.]
I believe you.