[Logically, this is the smart choice. Connor knows everything and hasn't thought to abandon her to the madness swirling at the back of her mind. She'd Bonded with one other person but they had been a witch, like herself, and that connection had only served to add power to her slender frame instead of feeding from it.

There is something comforting about being feed upon again, even if it isn't a direct feeding like her relationship with Thomas. Even so, she can't help but consider the comparison as they stand before the Coven witch.

She turns towards Connor and feels her apprehension melt away. He's accepting her for everything she is, all those broken pieces and shadowed pasts, but he's young. Perhaps he just doesn't know better.

Justine swallows as his sweet words brush against her senses and smiles.] I will try Connor. To trust and rely on you. I hope that you can do the same with me. I'm still... learning how to do this. [How to be close to someone.] I hope that when we're Bonded you can feel what words can't express.

[She adores him. It's love in a sense but love is a four letter word.]

And thank you for doing this, for standing with me.

[Justine doesn't give a damn about what is allowed in the ceremony. She leans forward and lightly brushes her lips against his and then takes the goblet of tasteless silver liquid. She takes the first sip, her fingers remaining intertwined with his, and then passed the goblet to him.

She feels the sparks of energy curling around them, buzzing pleasantly against her skin.]