[There's nothing about this conversation that makes letting it slide sound appealing - some gut deep, itching certainty that if she lets this go now, it's going to come back around with teeth. Or maybe that's just the creeping weight of eyes on her back, the curl of dark silence stretching out for her from that mark on Corvo's hand and the fitful,uneasy sleep she finds waiting for her. She digs the heel of her boot into the ground, a subtle twitch of muscle and flex of dark synthetic material - and makes a decision.]
I trust you to take care of yourself. [There's weight there, attention fixed on him. There's only so much he can do, only so much she can impress on him in the moment. And if Anders did what he could on Jasper's end, then the only other ground that needs covering is Attano.] But if it's ever not fine, don't keep it quiet.
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I trust you to take care of yourself. [There's weight there, attention fixed on him. There's only so much he can do, only so much she can impress on him in the moment. And if Anders did what he could on Jasper's end, then the only other ground that needs covering is Attano.] But if it's ever not fine, don't keep it quiet.