"Oh... I am glad I didn't hurt you."<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Sure... you knew for a fact you couldn't hurt him, that is why you won't beat him in this tournament, the man is a tank.</span>Zebel lowered her eyes, looking to the hand that held her in place, it was rough yet... welcoming. Zebel turned her hand over in his, brushing the palm of her hand against his, it seemed to put a lot of her insecurities to rest just touching or being around him. He seemed very protective over her and that made her wonder, why?<br/><br/>"Everything is fine... I just got scared when you shook me awake."<br/><br/>There was a small smile to her lips as she looked back to their hands, holding each other now. that realization made her drag her hand out of his, brushing over the roughness of his palm as she pulled it back to herself. She didn't bother to look at him as she could feel the burning heat of a blush in her cheeks now. Doing her best to keep that hidden, Zebel came to lean against the side of the wall, her hip lazily holding herself up as she spoke to him.<br/><br/>"Why are you so worried about me? Even better a question, why do you seem so protective of me?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Just tell the truth, you don't want me here... I can walk away... I hope.</span>Zebel hated the sound of those words in her head, she made herself seem as though she didn't have a choice. Her arms came to wrap around her body as she looked up at him, trying to get a form of eye contact for when he answered her questions now. She honestly wanted to know what was going through his mind, and why it seemed so important to him.