[jon's mouth quirks. something similar might be said of him and his journeys.]

You ask a good deal of me. But I think you knew that.

[he sighs.]

You have more of my trust than most. You'll have the rest of it if you swear you'll trust me in turn.

[he holds out his arm. if she grasps it by the forearm she'l touch only his jacket. if she shakes his hand she'll touch bare skin, and feel his fear she'll end up like everyone else in his family that offended the wrong people.]