"Jaffar?" she asked in small voice as they walked.
"..." Not stopping, the assassin looked at her but said nothing. Nino knew he didn't like to talk, but... there was something she needed to ask.
She stared at the tops of her boots as she walked. "Jaffar, will you... May I hold your hand?" she said in a rush.
"..."
"It's just that she said she would," Nino explained. "Before..."
"If you succeed, I'll hold your hand whenever you like."
A heavily callused hand took hers.
It was a new experience for both of them.