The temptation to close the distance between them is annoyingly intense, but she resists, refrains from indulging. Refrains from giving in. She tilts her head curiously at him, as he speaks of returning the favour.

His next words are the ones that catch her by surprise, though. “I don’t expect you to trust me immediately, Serah Rutherford,” she replies, voice soft and thoughtful. “You don’t know me in the slightest, and I don’t expect my knowing you in our Thedas to replace my actually earning your trust.” She doesn’t know if he feels any, but she’s doing her best to release him from any obligations he might feel he has. “Dorian is horribly biased in my favour, after all.” There’s a flicker of a smirk across her lips as she says it.