[ Hesitantly, she raises her hand to place it in his, and her eyes widen briefly as she finds that gesture actually... comforting this time.

It's working. He's reminding her what it's like to have a heart, so to speak, to care for others.

Meekly she raises her eyes to look at him, unable to stop the shy redness that creeps to her cheeks. Moment ago she had been prepared to cut out his heart, and now with this... feeling returning to her, she feels as if she's so much more weaker to him. She doesn't even need to have her full amount of empathy or care for others or love back; she can be feeling but a sliver of it, and it will still be that powerful of an emotion. ] My... my heart, yes. [ She manages to say, carefully.

Her hand squeezes his more tightly, as if to reassure herself. Having feelings for others is rather scary, if she recalls correctly. It can cause so much suffering. But if, perhaps, she's not alone, if she has his help... it won't be so bad. ]

Thank you. [ Again, more shyly this time: ] Thank you, Tristan. I... look forward to sharing my heart with yours when this is over.