“Aye. The knights spoke of it on the ship down. Intimacies shared are power, here, between us strangers in this land, we Moonblessed. I had forgotten until I offered you one such intimacy.”

She squeezes, soft, smiling, before withdrawing her hand.

“Felt not to ask would be to take advantage of your fear,” she says. “I’d like to think I’m above such caddishness.”