Berek hugged her, telling her it was ok yet again. And earlier, he didn't know if he had meant it because life was never as bad as you thought, of if she should be happy she was alive and well. But now he gave it a different meaning, one he felt confident she knew what he meant. He meant it would be ok because he would always be there for her. As he held her on that bend near the forest, he felt like he knew she was someone he truly cared for. 

It was a very short walk back home, and Rose was quite happy to be back just as Berek and Ferona probably were. Berek took her into the workroom, still gingerly holding her hand. "Here," he said, taking the cloak out of his pack and slowly wrapping it around her. It was nice and warm, having been pressed against Berek all the walk home. It smelled like him as well. 

"You're going to need a cloak of your own soon enough when winter gets here." He told her. "Then again...I can keep the bellows warm for you. I usually do that in winter time anyway." There it was, maybe not asking her, but implying it rightly enough. That he wanted her to stay for the winter. For good, actually. 

Once the cloak was wrapped around her, he looked into her eyes and began to speak, but stopped himself short. In the light glow of the forge, he didn't know what to say. "I was so scared for a second there..." he admitted. Berek was actually shaking a tad, his normally carefree and stoic persona gone. He was truly afraid of her getting hurt.