[Trust a master thief. That was...she didn't know if she could. It was harder to convince herself that she shouldn't. Far too accustomed to bracing herself for the worst, for preparing for any possible failure, and far too little to giving into hope. To having faith. Adele hadn't had faith of any kind in years. She didn't hope, she didn't trust easily and now here stands Lupin. Brilliant. Cagey. Terrifying, a little, in his own way. Asking her to trust him.

...

Well she's done stupider things during her stay here. What's one more? She shakes her head with a soft sigh and her smile widens.] I may doubt your sincerity when you say you'll listen to me about resting, Lupin. But in general? Never. You have my word.

...and my trust. [Please, god, please, don't break it.] And I will try to stop envisioning every way in which anything done here can go terribly wrong.