Mari stayed where she was, feeling the first signs that her headache was starting to fade. As White spoke, Mari's gaze turned to him so she could pay attention. A faint smile showed on her face.<br/><br/>"Thanks, White. I really appreciate it."<br/><br/>Mari's head leaned back on Dum's shoulder, comfortably, and she took a deep breath. It was clear she looked a little surprised. Mari - this Mari, at least - wasn't exactly insecure. She just had, deep down inside, a notion that she was always falling short and needed to work harder to be liked. And just now, she was opening herself up to consider that maybe people<span style="font-style: italic">did</span>like her already.<br/><br/>"Of course I would. I will. I will do whatever any of you needs or wants of me. Just ask me."<br/><br/>The girl took a deep breath and started massaging between her brows with her index finger.<br/><br/>"Maybe you're right, Dum. But... what if she does something, or says something, to hurt you guys? I would never forgive myself."