Upon her back he placed a comforting thump, sure to settle her worries, he hoped, before he began his usual low-toned response. Whilst she fought and spat as he did, side by side as though the pair were partners and not near-strangers even still, he understood her qualms. It was all fine and good to fight when it was needed, but there were times when folk needed their peace, their laughter to swell their chests and smiles to blossom upon their features. Even he, a bona fide cynic, was aware. And so he cocked her a smile, tilting his head some. “ Not entirely true, is it? We get along just fine. Don’t tell me you’re bored of my company already, Red. “