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Her walls were high, but for a good reason, and she kind of resented the fact that he had put it off as a symptom of her youth. That doesn't mean I haven't been given sufficient reason to guard my trust, she answered somewhat indignantly, jaw tightening at the brief flood of memories of her father; she quickly pushed them back into their hole where they belonged before she had to think too much about it. 

She scowled some at his question, resisting any attempts to lighten the mood. She was still a little irritated, and his question only made it worse. I wouldn't have asked if I wasn't genuinely interested, she answered, her words a little more clipped than she had intended. But, she thought it was obvious by now that she didn't say anything she didn't mean, nor would she ever say or do anything just to humor someone. 

She wasn't really sure she believed his last words, but she didn't voice her doubt, oddly unsure if she could trust the feeling. So far, he hadn't lied about anything, but it would take some time for her hardwired distrust to lessen a little around him. She needed see more before she let her guard down anymore than she surprisingly already had.

I'd like to know more about what the arrangement would look like. I can't predict the future, but I know I won't leave my pack or family, so if that's what you want from me, I can't give it to you. she added, her expression and tone softening a little as she attempted to calm her annoyance.