Her brow creases as it so often does. She trusted her. Perhaps it was foolish, perhaps it was a smart move, Evie herself wasn't sure. But she knew she, too, trusted Natasha, and trust between two vampires, and two different (A)/assassins was not an easy thing to come by.

Gently, she places her hand on Natasha's shoulder. She doesn't need to say how much her trust means to her. She knows the other woman feels it.

"I will. I promise you that. Whatever you need."