"It is not a trap, Rrey!" Elleru assures, looking around at the nanites; they wait, unwilling to budge until there's some smooching going on.

She hums a moment to herself as she reconsiders that assurance, a quiet rattle acting as an undercurrent for her voice. "Well... not a bad one." Her eyes flick back to Rey as she trembles, her eyes clamped shut so tightly as though it'd help her hide from their predicament. Elleru lowers her voice, drawing closer to Rey. "Do you trust me, Rrey? Do you trust me to help? I will help you, but you must trust me."

It seems she's asking for permission more than just trust, but it's hard to parse out exactly what it is she's trying to say when she's truly worried.