[ She doesn't flinch away from that touch, even though she feels the sharpness of claws against her skin. She's not afraid of him, even now. Even if maybe she should be.

Her eyes are open and lock onto his face the moment that hand fastens onto her chin. She searches those features and his eyes are cold. So far from the Ferran she knows and loves, but she knows he's still in there - even if he's trying to convince her otherwise. She had felt all that pain and rage and fear down the bond when she'd flung it open. To be so deeply trapped and ensnared by that...

She only wanted to reach him.

So for now, she reached for what she could. Her hand comes up, resting over where his fingers clasp her jaw, brushing her own much smaller grip against his hand - not pulling away, but holding him there as she holds his gaze. ]

If you thought you'd send me screaming into the shadows, Ferran, you're going to be disappointed. I am looking. I still see you. I can feel you. I'm not going anywhere. Not without you.