Arwen blinked. "Isn't that too extreme? Won't you think of a way to coax me back?" she asked.
But he shook his head, looking serious. "I don't think I could coax you even if I wanted to."
She noted the way his eyes dimmed with fear. Gently, she reached to cup his face, her touch as warm as her voice. "Why? I don't think I am that difficult at all. As long as you try, I would be easily coaxed."
Although she assured him like that, he didn't seem to believe her. Like, there was something that held him back from believing her —a shadow, a memory, he couldn't shake off.
"You aren't easy to coax at all," he said quietly, his gaze darkening with remembrance he couldn't see to let go.
