Protective? From what? Is this place dangerous? Her lip thins into a worried line as she looks down at the odd arrangement of items strung together. If he says she should wear it, then she will at all times. It isn't any uglier than some of the things other Companions have been made to wear in the name of edgy fashion statements.

When he offers her tea and food, her gaze shoots back up and she nods eagerly. Finding out how to feed herself would solve one of her problems. Damien always said if she found herself alone, she needed to prioritize her basic needs over trying to locate him. She's bouncing on the balls of her feet anxiously, but when she realizes that, she abruptly stops and drops her gaze to the floor, as if she caught herself doing something wrong. Even her wings seem to droop a little, no longer fluffed out with excitement.