"I'm not worried that you can't handle yourself," she replied, slightly defensive. And no, that wasn't denying being worried as a whole. But there were certain kinds of worry that weren't easily banished by things like logic, and while Amélie could remain calm and collected under pressure? Marjara would smolder, waiting for the need to ignite at a moment's notice.

Huffing faintly, she shifted back, allowing the movement of her arm before re-balancing herself against her side. A tiny smirk curled at the corner of her mouth.

"What do you think?"