I would provide you with security over comfort, where I must choose. And... forgive me, my lady Scion, but... but I cannot lie to you. It would be... would be a great sin, tantamount to lying before Mouros himself.

[ She had struck a nerve of some kind; and he, too, had lost a little in composure. He did not sound quite so steady as he had, and when he spread his hands, they were appealing. ]

As to your loss... may I sit beside you, to demonstrate... perhaps, I hope, something which may help to ease your heart? If not now or in this moment, then at least in time?