Ravensblood Forest who do you turn to when the night is darkest?

he asks her a straighforward question, but she does not answer immidiately. if she is honest, she does not know herself what she wants from him, and why, only that there is a line of gunpowder down her spine and he is a flame. her anger has erroded, and while it is not forgiveness, she accepts now her lot in life, and seeks only to further it. "you," she answers only, even though she herself doesn't know all that she means by it. she is not him and yet she is not entirely independant of him; however forged they are bonded in some way she doesn't seek to explain. there must be some reason that he does not snap her neck, and she wants to know it.