Ioan shook his head in answer to her questions. To all of them. He couldn't explain it, and no, he'd never had the courage to say anything quite that final. Then again, he'd never been faced with something like this - at least not since he'd realized just how much Romilda meant to him. It was the dream. It had to be the dream that opened his eyes. When she took his hand, he felt like crying. Gently, he brought her fingers to his lips and kissed them, never taking his eyes from hers.
"Of course I'll help you. Do you mind if I...if I put my arms around you? Just to hold you, for a moment? If that doesn't do anything, I have an idea."