It hadn't been about Mildmay not accepting her close, so much as he hadn't been able to fathom her wanting to, after what she'd seen, what she knew about him she hadn't before. Yeah, she'd stuck around, taken care of him while he was sick, but that was Corbie. He slipped an arm around her, so she was tucked up close.

"You got...," his free hand ran through the front of his hair, "There anything you gotta ask?" He couldn't promise he'd have answers, but if she wasn't running off scared of him or hating him, least he could do was try.