[ She recoils like he was a (n admittedly feral) cat that had reached out to swat her, complete with a sharp, apologetic noise of surprise. Granted, she knows this about Silco, sure, but physical contact is so reflexive for her that she also just. Forgot. A little bit.

But even so, his dramatics work, more or less. She sighs unhappily and uncertainly, but at least sets the Shard down next to her rather than hold onto it. Granted, it's still laying on her hair, but she simply has so much of it that it's harder for that to not be true while she's laying down. ]

That's... I don't think that's true...

[ She truly doesn't, but it's harder to believe when her voice is a little whiny in response. With a sigh, she finally relents. ]

...But if it's really what you want, I'll stop. I'll, um, leave you alone until I figure out what to do. Prometo.