[ And there it goes, slipping away. Well, she half-expected that. Would it have been nice if he hadn't pulled away? Maybe more comforting, but she's well-aware that not everyone is okay with this kind of contact. He's a far cry from Malkuth.

At his grumble of a question, March nearly walks into a shelf, catching herself with one hand out just in time and course-correcting. ]

Are you kidding me? [ She sounds genuinely baffled. The guy who has told her multiple times how dangerous he is? The guy who had also told her with complete sincerity, from what she could tell, that he wasn't going to let anyone lay a finger on her? The guy who had fallen asleep on her shoulder? The guy who'd told her not to push herself? That guy???? ]

I didn't tell you because I didn't want you teasing me about it. [ Kind of a moot point now, considering she'd screamed and smacked a skeleton and from the slightly petulant tone in her voice, she knows it. ]

And you're probably one of the people I feel safest with here. [ Which is also the truth, though saying it out loud is... a little surprising, even to her. But it hadn't felt like he was lying, back then. And he's been looking after her ever since, in different ways. ] It doesn't mean this place isn't creepy, but I'm not actually scared of anything happening to me. We're looking out for each other, aren't we?