Corvo doesn't hesitate, when he's asked if there's no one he trusts to protect her. He shakes his head, a worried look coming over his face. "No, no one." He's trusted before, trusted various people, and had been betrayed in return. Callista had proven her loyalty, but she hadn't the ability to protect her from any real threat.

"She's only ten..." He muttered, rubbing his shoulder. But there was little he could do right now, other than fret.

"That would be nice," He admits, though from his own experience, his life rarely tended towards what was nice. But it was a cheerful thought, one made in an effort to keep him from being too dour, and Corvo gives the other man a small smile in return. "I suppose all that I can do is hope."