Almost as if her words were some balm to his thoughts, the furrow in his brow smoothed out, and at the feeling of her fingers curling in his shirt, his lips curved up in a smile. In almost a blink his darker thoughts had disappeared. Instead he glanced down at her, and after a moment his hand lifted so that his fingers could brush gently over the curve of her smile. "I believe you," he murmured, fingers shifting to brush up the delicate line of her jaw. "How could I worry about darkness with such beauty in front of me?"