[jon is not small, but he allows himself to be pulled. there is something in her tone that reminds him of robb, and he can't help a small sad smile. he grips her arm briefly and lets it go, takes a small step backwards.]
You do me too much credit. I thought you were waiting to see if you could trust me.
[he thought she was taking kindness when it was offered, always ready to run or fight, like him and his sisters. he'd hoped she'd grown to like him enough to want him around. the idea that he has her trust already is a little shocking. after the betrayals he's experienced he's come to assume that nobody really trusts anyone without damned good reason.]
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You do me too much credit. I thought you were waiting to see if you could trust me.
[he thought she was taking kindness when it was offered, always ready to run or fight, like him and his sisters. he'd hoped she'd grown to like him enough to want him around. the idea that he has her trust already is a little shocking. after the betrayals he's experienced he's come to assume that nobody really trusts anyone without damned good reason.]
You have a good heart too.