His question gives her pause, but that's nothing new. They challenge each other, no matter how ridiculous she finds the question. Perhaps he doesn't even know he needs it, if he just knew what they had done.

Her answer comes to her quickly then. She rolls it around in her mouth, straightening her shoulders and lifting her chin. There's an urge there too. To touch him. To hold out her hand as if the gesture wasn't laced with pain throughout their history.

Stepping closer, she lays her palm on his chest, looking up at him. She's not afraid.

"You let me help you once."