He accepts her hand willingly, if a little slow. Sina was, as usual, absolutely right. Here they were, on a relatively good day, and his grand plan to gift Adasse's spoils to her seemed to have gone well enough. If her hand was cold in his, well, that was no more than to be expected.

What was he worried about?

He hadn't yet had time to learn all her moods, but... It was only that Sina was smiling at him like that. As if she knew some secret thing. Or maybe he was just imagining it.

"Sorry. I worry too much, everyone says so."