[ This was not what he was expecting. A daring escape, perhaps - smuggling her offworld somehow? he'd likely have followed her if so - but not this. It's too extreme for mere religious belief. And the phial too. What could possibly be in it? Some sort of bioweapon? That would be enough reason for him to want it destroyed even without promising it to her.

He abruptly realizes that he's staring at her, open-mouthed, without actually responding. Shit. Say something, Miles. Help her or not? It's a simple question. And ultimately his answer is simple as well. He stiffens instinctively to her show of regality, subconsciously noticing (and confirming his own impression of her) while his mind is distracted by her actual request. ]

I should hope it never comes to such a thing. I would rather protect you with my life first. [ For what little that is worth . He suspects that she is several times more capable of protecting him instead. ] But - I will do these things for you, if you ask them of me. I swear it.

[ My word as Vorkosigan, he adds mentally. He means it, even if he cannot state his name out loud. Oath first; questions after. Because he will have many questions, oh yes. Starting with what the hell is in that phial. ]