He could only wonder if it was possible to iterate a message too often. If promises grew old more quickly than a person did himself, if bowling another person over with the same promise time and time again made it lose its color somehow. With peri, it had always been easier. Being of a single mind, it didn't take promises to offer reassurance; it only required a look. But that was a level which Ishiah was fairly certain that he would never quite find with Trixa, and so he pressed his lips closed, finding words which could only just describe the way he felt.

"And mine to you as well, though I believe thus far, it's still I who am in your debt," he replied, lips barely quirked.