As they move to the bed, she's already calling upon the small core of quintessence she's still able to access within, the inner energy that tethers her to the White Lion who always feels just within reach, waiting for her to ask for it. And as she sits beside him on the bed, taking both his hands in hers, she's about to will it into existence when Keith speaks once more.

It gives her pause, though the energy still swirls just below the surface. A lot, ethereal growl waiting for her to pull it through.

She's quiet for a moment, hands still holding his, and she moves closer to Keith so that her knee is bumping gently against his.

"...you know you can ask me anything, Keith."