If her heartbeat was any indication, the fact that it was loud in her chest now would have suggested yes. Rinoa opened her mouth, but couldn't reply. She'd shied away from the sword, but that had been fear of pain, not death.
Why did he ask?
She held tight to the railing leading down, pierced by his gaze. Did he fear it? "No," she whispered. "I used to, but not now. Not anymore." She paused, then asked, "Does going to her mean your death, then?"