He's not convinced her of anything. Ellis knows he hasn't from the look on her face, the way Adrasteia tries to forcibly shake the worry from her body. But this is all he has, this reassurance that he is not afraid and he believes this is a thing that can be done.

It is a risk, yes. But it feels less of one than many things he's done in his life.

"Yes."

Of course there is. Between them, he reaches to take her hand. Beneath this glove, Ellis knows there's a shard. He still disapproves, but now—

Well. There's nothing to be done. The flicker of frustrated anger dissipates as he runs his thumb across her gloved palm, pausing briefly over where the shard may lie.

"Mind this," he says first. "And see that Tony and Wysteria keep safe, if possible."