She touches him and he wonders at it. She's free with a gentle touch. He's found that out. A gentle touch, a kind word, but she has absolutely no problem handing him his ass when he needs it - and a few times he doesn't know he needs it.

He touches her hand with sword-callused fingers. "A little lost?" He asks, just curious. He's very lost. He's feeling his way through most things and unable to tell if any of them are right. "I feel like I'm very lost."