This innocent expression would look much better in the light, and much more convincing on anyone else.

It melts, though, into a chuckle. "I do," she tells him, and she does mean it, even if she hasn't been completely convinced. She rarely ever is, except with time.

"I just -" She struggles for a moment to put it into words. "I worry more here than I did back home because the stakes are different. You have one of the best hearts I've ever known, and I don't like people taking pot shots at it." She doesn't like the city dangling things in front of him and forcing him to take the bait to survive.