[ He's lying. He does care. She can tell by the way his heart speds up, and his veins rush thick and oh so full of blood. The spike in his scent-- something like adrenaline.
And yet he doesn't go anywhere. Despite being afraid- not even knowing the risk, he's still willing to help.
Her arms slide up to wrap around him in an embrace. She stays like that for a moment, before pulling back, gently clasping one of his hands between her own. ]
Thank you.
[ Truly. Even if with another what he's done right now could have been dangerous. But he realizes that, too. Her eyes lift up to find his again and she smiles gently at him. ]
If I can not find a solution, I will remember that. But thank you for offering. And saying that.