"Hmm," it's a nonjudgemental noise, acknowledging that he's listened and taken her words at face value. Whatever else is going on in his head, he believes that Sypha is comfortable in her skin. "Good." That's important.

Equally important to her, however, is his comfort level with the both of them. They are all reminders to one another of some things perhaps best left forgotten. Monsters and monster hunters, those who wield flame and those who've lost to it. They can hurt one another so easily.

Sometimes Sypha thinks about that, about how little damage they've actually done to each other, and she can't catch her breath.

"But do they bother you?" She's settled her weight atop him, mostly, fingers laced over his chest. The points of her elbows drive into the mattress on either side of his arms as she looks down at him. "That's a separate thing from my feelings on the matter. They're not mutually exclusive."