Will reaches towards her hand, but his fingers stop just short.

"I wouldn't ask you to."

'Ask' here being an entirely different thing than 'want'. He lifts his head to look her in the eye, completely unafraid, but always respectful, and now somewhat fond. He knows her story now, and there's an odd sort of kinship there.

"I knew the price when I went after the heart. An eternity carrying out the duty in exchange for one day every ten years."