[There's no denying that he's fussy, it's true.

He reaches up to his shoulders, covering Silver's hands with his own, squeezing them tightly. He glances down, unable to meet Silver's eyes for a moment.]

...I'll believe you, then.

I'm supposed to be worrying about the people I don't know that well- what they'll do, if they'll take the bait or not, if I can get to them before the Wordsmith does- but somehow I keep worrying about you the most.

[Because he made a promise, to keep Silver safe. And failing in that is one of the worst things that could happen here.]