Your friend will. [He gives her a decisive nod. He has declared it to be so.] You should never have to worry about creepy demon water.

[He pats her hair again and tucks his chin against her. He will keep her like this as long as she wants to be kept like this.]

Good, I like you too. I do not know what I would think about sharing memories if--

[He cuts himself off, blinks, and what she said several minutes ago finally sinks in. He does not push her away, but he does ask:]

What do you mean that you are used to seeing other people's memories?