What she hates just as much as what's been done to him is that she has no idea how to help make it better. How to help him see that he doesn't have to fear the ghosts of his past any more than she does. What she might hate more, however, is that she knows she can even be sure that she can keep the promise that she's just made. That she has no way of knowing whether this place could turn around and inflict that same brutality on him once again.

She's aware of his movement but doesn't even feel the need to watch him, that sure that he isn't the dangerous thing he believes he is, Scarlett not even lifting her gaze until his hand comes into her field of view. It's perhaps the most human gesture she's ever seen from him and she can't help but fixate on that extended hand. The action helping to stall the twisting thoughts in her head, as she slowly lifts her hand from her lap again. She doesn't just try and simply grab it, but almost tentatively turns her hand over so her own is palm up beneath his. Her fingers lightly grazing his palm as she allows them to just barely touch.