[Ianthe knew not what it meant to Gilia, what such an act, an offer, was in her culture. That was true. The sentiment, though, was real.

She curled Gilia's fingers over the key, holding it with both of her hands.]

I trust you. I want you to be able to be here without needing me to invite you in. I... want to be pleasantly surprised to come home and find you here, a balm to my souls. I want you to find solace here, away from the mess out there. Safety. Security.

[Her thumbs rubbed Gilia's hand gently.]

I want you to have the freedom to find warmth in my bed in the middle of the night without needing me to wake. To know you are welcome and wanted.

So yeah, Lia, I'm sure.