… Nothing at all. [ Her smile, while uncertain, is earnest. Her feelings are laid bare and she'll admit: ] It's simply a feeling.

[ She threads her hands behind her back, trying her best not to fidget in her spot. Her words are already soft as was, but that went especially so in their current situation. ]

That's why, if you tell me that you're all right once more, I'll believe in you. [ Olivia turns, to meet his gaze. ] Will you grant me this selfish request? … You're just as important to me as your father, which is why I must be certain.