[He refuses to let it show on his face when she jerks her arm away, even though in his mind, he knows there are two choices: either it's him, or it's that she fears for what the contact might do. After all, he's experienced it once already, hasn't he? The piercing cold, crawling along his skin, through it, the chill settling inside his bone.
It's the one thing he will never, ever tell her.]
... I did. My gun, for the snow creatures. [He pauses, biting his lip.] They're yours too, ain't they? To keep anyone from comin' here? Or protect you from the real monsters here?
[As he speaks, he brings his gun out of his holster, unsure where she's going but trusting her- yes, even now. Whatever she is, whatever she may think of him... he believes her. Believes in her, in who he knows, knows she truly is, if she could only break free from the shackles she's created for herself during all those years.]