Iorwerth smiled kindly, placing one of his hands overtop of hers. "I know you will, you're nearly there now Lotte. A little faith, a little trust, a lot of hardwork and a little m-" he froze as he nearly said magic. 'Even she can betray you, boy. Steady now, you don't want to die, not even for her. You don't know her, remember that. You don't know her.'
"A little mental exercise can get you very far. I believe in you Lotte. I know, not think, but actually know that you will achieve it." He smiled shyly before spontaneously leaning over and giving her a one-armed hug. "Believe in yourself little Lotte. Until you do, I shall do so for you. Have faith and you will go far, this I promise you. Can you do that for me? Can you do it for the strange obnoxious bard you met today?"