[He feels the almost-recoil, feels like his senses and reflexes are heightened even more and that scares him because he's a legacy. Victoria hasn't ever given him this. This isn't supposed to happen.]

Wait, what?

[But it's taken away for that split second - the one he wishes was an eternity - when she touches his hand and he feels like he's melting - and she speaks again.]

Tell them to go. Tell them we'll ward off the wolves. I know we will.

Please, Allison. I have faith in us. In this camp.