[She stays folded in half, hands over her face a moment longer, elbows on her knees and trying to get her head about her. It's feverish as it is, but she's still trying to keep it in order.]

I'm not... scared of you. I'm not scared of your handsome face or your awesome fishman badassery. I'm... [brain off track again. She sighed, head falling between her shoulders as his webbed hand ran up and down her back and shoulders. The pressure felt good. She kind of sounded down for a moment. A small cat like purr and she just shut down, letting him help.]

[Then she picked her head up again as if her thought train came back.]

It's not you. It's me and hurting people. And I don't want to hurt you. And I totally did, didn't I? Shit, Namur... you get my head all twisted up on feelings and that scares me. Aint nothing you do other then being awesome. Isn't a bad thing. I don't think. But you get me all muddled and I can't think right, and then I start... feeling. See? That's the part that scares me, okay? You make me feel...