Demelza sighed softly and took his hand in hers again, holding it between both hands. She listened to him before slowly shaking her head. What happened in the dream had been so perfect, so good, Demelza wasn't sure she could just let it go without trying for it.
"That's not true, I do deserve you. You're sweet and nice and good and truely different than the jerks I'm normally around. Neville, I deserve what I want and I want you. I don't care about a few scratches they make you look rugged." she told him. One of her hands left his and pushed some of the hair away from his face. "your problems? I have some too, let me help you."