It wasn't that she didn't trust him, she did. It was a perfectly reasonable fear, to her, that she was battling. She was literally at war with herself, when her fingers tightened around his, and she sucked in a breath and gave in. "How am I supposed to deny a request like that, especially when you have that face, and that voice and that... Je ne sais quoi." His ability to melt her insides was unmet by anyone, besides Jacob.
"Show me your ship, my love. And I will try to keep any hysterics minimal." Bryn reasoned with herself that as long as it didn't move she would be fine. And it couldn't move without him at the helm, could it? And if he was showing her around, he wouldn't be at the helm. "Get the basket?"