Trust him, that is. She's just met him, and she's met far too many werewolves trying to lure her into packs with snake oil and promises of trust, wanting nothing more than to claim the honor of having one of the last living Hales among them and not really caring about Cora. She's built walls thick as stone, burying that desire for pack and family because the ones with something to offer never would have considered her anything more beyond a trophy to tote to their own honor.
But Alek asks her to trust him and for some reason she does. Maybe it's because he's a Hale already so he doesn't need her, maybe because it's a brand new world and she doesn't exactly have a whole lot of choices, or maybe it's just something about Alek that makes her believe that she can do that and it won't come back to hurt her later.
Whatever it is, she just stares at their hands for a moment, almost as though she's trying to remember the last time someone touched her for comfort, rather than the other way around. But eventually she blinks it back and nods, withdrawing her hand hand out from under his - not a rejection just needing that space when she's still figuring everything else out.
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Trust him, that is. She's just met him, and she's met far too many werewolves trying to lure her into packs with snake oil and promises of trust, wanting nothing more than to claim the honor of having one of the last living Hales among them and not really caring about Cora. She's built walls thick as stone, burying that desire for pack and family because the ones with something to offer never would have considered her anything more beyond a trophy to tote to their own honor.
But Alek asks her to trust him and for some reason she does. Maybe it's because he's a Hale already so he doesn't need her, maybe because it's a brand new world and she doesn't exactly have a whole lot of choices, or maybe it's just something about Alek that makes her believe that she can do that and it won't come back to hurt her later.
Whatever it is, she just stares at their hands for a moment, almost as though she's trying to remember the last time someone touched her for comfort, rather than the other way around. But eventually she blinks it back and nods, withdrawing her hand hand out from under his - not a rejection just needing that space when she's still figuring everything else out.
"Okay."