Voren had heard her earlier talking about rewarding whoever had stepped in to save her life, yet the thought of accepting any kind of reward from Seraphine sat wrong with him because, in his mind, what he had done had never been about recognition or payment but about responsibility, the kind of instinct that moved before thought ever had the chance to interfere.
On top of that, he understood Seraphine well enough to know how easily she could twist the meaning behind his actions if he revealed too much, and the last thing he wanted was for her to start reading emotions or intentions that simply were not there, so keeping quiet felt like the safest path.
"You can slice my throat, but I would never tell you," Voren said with a calm certainty that sounded almost casual, though the firmness beneath it left no room for negotiation.
