Her fingers tighten softly on his, her voice a small thread. "Me too."

She doesn't want to lie to him. Whatever is going on here, it's not okay -- not for either of them.

But that doesn't mean she doesn't want to reassure him, either. She pushes her voice firmer. "But . . . I'm promising."

Of all the things she's learning, that are coming to define her from the moment she left her mirror . . . some things outweigh fear. They have to.