Hideaway Strath Whispers would deafen me now

Simmik didn't seem pleased by his answer. What if his trust was misplaced? What if he put too much stock into the side of Whrist that he knew? She wanted to ask him all these questions, but then he was distracting her, telling her not to worry and offering the affection she loved so much. 

She sighed. I can't help but worry. I would murder to protect the children, packmate or not. Her expression grew as fierce as her voice. I just wanted to make you aware. I don't want anything to happen to you or the pack because of a stupid mistake. But she was stressing again.

She buried her face in his neck and drew in his scent, letting it calm her anxiety. But I trust you to handle it, she told him just as much as she told herself. She had given him her opinion, and she had to trust that he would take it into consideration when deciding what to say to Whrist.