The talk of her made her tremble, slightly, a shudder, as if walking through a cobweb. Shying away from memories firmly buried, from things that neither part of her wanted. Instead, Lexi focused on Arthur, on the present, on lifting their joined hands to rest over her heart, holding his eyes with her own, quiet and steady, maturity far beyond just her years in her gaze. "My heart is yours," she told him, softly, lips curving upwards. "However much you will take, Arthur, it is yours."